Standing on the sidewalk in a downpour, I struggled with the umbrella as the wind whipped it inside out.
A passing woman shouted, “Turn and face the wind. Face the wind!”
I did, and the straining ribs collapsed, hidden again under the black webbing.
Face the wind: pass it on.
Paul Lamar lives with his husband, Mark, in Albany, NY, where he teaches, reviews theater for a local paper, and conducts a chorus.
Love the story. Great memoir instructor.
What a hoot, that last line. I laughed out loud. Thanks.
A remarkable teacher, writer, mentor, and memoir workshop facilitator, this story exemplifies Paul’s expertise in concisely and creatively crafting a powerful piece – face the wind, indeed! Love it.