Cursive was a lesson at school, but I wanted to learn it at home ahead of time because it seemed adult and artful. My father had been hit across the knuckles for bad handwriting in school, so he didn’t feel comfortable teaching cursive to me. But I was eager, so he compromised by showing me how to make simple lowercase letters, like l and i and m, and I played at drawing them and making words from them, like lemon and lime, in the margins of his notebook.
“Graphite” appears as the last piece in the 2022 issue of Jelly Bucket.
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Angie Macri 