So… this is big news.
I’m among the ten writers and photographers that have been selected as a Spring 2011 Glimpse Correspondent.
I’m stoked because (as noted in the previous two posts), I keep wanting to cop out. Cause this is scary shit. And as I begin to contact NGOs and service agencies, a new fear is cropping up: I’m afraid of being The Do-Goodey White Lady. As in, what right do I have to write about this shit?
Two things have kept me going so far. One of them is the uncomfortable feeling of a story writhing around inside you, wanting to get out. The other is the absolute conviction that this is a story that needs to be told and, more importantly, needs to be heard.
And now a fuckton more people will be hearing it.
So, cool. Now I can’t cop out.