Becoming Duchess Goldblatt

by Duchess Goldblatt

What do we gain by measuring my grief against yours?

But I decided there was some truth to what the man was saying. Addiction and mental illness thrive in darkness. Why should I hide it? So what if my people had problems? I decided I’d go forth telling the truth without embellishment or embarrassment.

My voice, it may surprise you to find out, I have on occasion hoarded to myself. I understood intuitively as a small child that my voice was a gift—not a gift in the sense of a talent, but a gift because it was divinely given, just like anybody else’s: the voice is the mingling of the soul, the mind, and the body together, expressed through breath, which is life itself; how could any human voice not be sacred? I saw clearly that no one could demand a share of it. It was absolutely mine.

If you’re a lifelong practitioner of the eavesdropping arts, as I fancy myself, you enjoy nothing better than to listen to two old friends talk and tell stories.

Choices are a luxury.

My greatest childhood dream was to be an author whom everyone would read but no one would look at directly,