Remember in the first day of class/camp/workshop when you’d have to go around the circle and say your name and favourite food and it was like:
Scott, pizza
Jen, pizza
Krista, pizza
Jeff, pizza
Leah, lamb vindaloo on basmati rice with apricots and raisins
… and everyone would laugh and your face would burn and you’d look down at your knees while thinking, “Well, the teacher did ask, so what else was I meant to say?”
Maybe that was just me.
I was never much good at going with the flow or flowing with the go. On the up side I was never afraid of chilies or lamb. By the age of five or six I was well-used to being cruelly ridiculed by pizza lovers. Not that I don’t love pizza.
I’m Leah. A novelist, memoirist, columnist, journalist, screenwriter, podcaster and creator of this newsletter.
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