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I've enjoyed reading Mich's words for most of my life. For nearly 25 years - in poems, notes, letters, journals and writings on the wall - her words have provided inspiration, humor, understanding and insight.
In junior high we were poets. We wrote love songs to rock stars and boys who hadn't yet learned to shave. We rhymed every other line, wrote cryptic messages on bedroom walls and filled journals with lists of boys we wanted to kiss.
In high school we were quiet rebels. We exchanged notes between classes, held private poetry readings in overgrown fields and dedicated many lonely nights to deciphering the symbolism in the lyrics of our favorite hard rock ballads.
In college we sat at the feet of published authors and learned to write. We stayed out late and drank irony from the tap of life. We won contests, edited literary journals, founded magazines and shared first drafts of essays, prose poems and articles.
After graduation we sustained ourselves on words sent from 1,000s of miles away. We shared disappointments and victories, described strange cities and odd jobs, and learned to live and write in world where you didn't earn a living as a writer.
Now you can find inspiration in Mich's words too. She has begun the wait for the baby daughter of her dreams, and she's chronicling her thoughts in the blog Many Moons Wait. You'll especially love her first post, written to her dream of a daughter about the city she'll someday call home.
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