Enter the Machine

 

I was maybe twelve.   I remember the heat on my face as my mother shoved my story into the barbecue grill and set it on fire. The curling black pages.  I was beyond angry, I felt crushed.  But…I knew she loved me.

 

At least partially because my father’s failure in his singing career damaged the marriage, my Mom discouraged me from pursuing my writing, so I had no support.  I tried to put my dreams aside, but couldn’t do it.   When I wen tot college, I studied speech and Broadcast Technolog...