What can YOU say in six sentences?
For three hours the blue journal was lost at Fort Bend Music Center where my six year old daughter takes piano lessons. For those three hours, two years of my life were exposed to any stranger who happened to pick them up.
I didn't realize the hardcover journal was missing until I cleaned out my car this afternoon, the shock of its absence like losing a wallet and a child.
I called Gita and left a message because who but a dear Sixer would understand what's at stake when a journal is lost, a journal with so many notes for a future book, with messy feelings and secrets and clumsy steps toward understanding this mess of a life?
The parking lot was full when I arrived at the music center to look for the lost journal so I rapidly zigzagged between people to get to the now empty back room where I'd sat with my daughter three hours earlier, but the journal was gone.
I looked on the floor, on piano benches, behind the teacher's desk then finally on a tall bookcase where I found the blue secrets tucked between Mozart sheet music and workbooks for five year olds.