A Sixth Grade Prediction

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“Remember her name. It will be on books someday.”

This is what my sixth grade Language Arts teacher, Mrs. George, said to a gymnasium full of parents as she was announcing my academic award. I have never forgotten it. 

(Of course, I no longer go by my maiden name, which is quite a bit more memorable than my married name.)

My name has yet to appear on the cover of a book. 

I don’t know why I’m thinking of Mrs. George’s words after all these years. Maybe it’s a new goal to aspire to, now that I’ve finished grad school? I’ve been having a bit of a “what do I do now?” slump since I graduated three weeks ago. 

First, I have to rededicate myself to a regular creative writing practice.