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I am writing because it is so easy for me to empathize.
Not with Terry, but perhaps,-- perhaps, --with her Mother.
I lived with years, decades really, of blank journals or ones with only a few brave, though mostly vacant, cryptic lines.
Then came the day--the many growing days---thanks to living mentors who showed the way and would not relent--professors in a Master of Writing program...when I dove in, fear and ALL and found my voice, in all of its multi-facets.
I continue to meet the blank page in awe but not so much fear, every day.
Thank you for perusing this question online, though none of us (of course) cannot know...why?
Perhaps Terry's mother's legacy is still so alive in all of us that we will persevere in our own ways, to reach for answers in our own writing.