I write to figure out what it is I think. About things that happened to me or people I know, about people, about the passage of time. I write to understand and process – sometimes just to find –my own emotions. When I can locate them, I can begin to better understand others, I think. When I get it the words right (which isn’t often) I feel it. I feel that I have somehow reincarnated that lost parent or lover or friend who I never understood. And then I say huh, I think I get you now. It is a very cool feeling.