This was one of my most-read posts in 2018.
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I learned to print with a fat pencil on a ruled tablet. I got my teeth into it, gnawing the pencil and the pink eraser and tearing off bits of paper that I chewed like gum. In second grade, we practiced for cursive script by drawing spirals, staying between the lines. I had learned all the letters by the time we moved.
In third grade in another state, I was prohibited from using cursive until it was taught to the other students. In fifth grade, I taught myself to write backwards in script that could only be read in a mirror. I was learning not to write all the things I was learning not to say.
I married a would-be author who was better at not writing than I was. I had stacks of journals in my closet written in Spanish; if no one around me could read…
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