Today, Margaret Cho wrote,
[I]n my world, memory is a jail from which you can never escape and they suffered, their cages not made of iron, but the indelible blood and guilt are bar and shackles that will never set you free.Her writing is off-the-cuff, raw with emotion and unpolished. She is a storyteller, not a writer. She always has that lightening bolt sentence to toss at you in her piece, that moment of pure connexion with the point of her piece, no matter how much wandering it does beforehand. I appreciate a skilled speaker who can pull that off.
Thank you, Ms. Cho, for telling the truth. Keep doing it.
