third person
Bridgette Shade has been teaching writing with an emphasis on social justice since 2002. She is the co-founder of West Side Stories, a literary reading series celebrating the words of writers with a western Pennsylvania connection. Her own words have been recognized by the Flannery O'Connor Award for Short Fiction, the Katherine Anne Porter Prize for Fiction, the Meyerson Fiction Prize, the Betty Gabehart Prize, The Salamander Fiction Prize, Portable Story Series, and the Dana Awards.
That look on her face says, “I See You.”
Second Person
You were not supposed to be scratching. When you were nine, you broke your right arm (your writing arm) while roller skating on the street in front of your house. For months, you wore a cast that stretched from your wrist to the middle of your bicep, and you did not scratch. You did not introduce foreign objects to your cast until one ordinary day, you surrendered. You wedged a pen between your skin and its papier-mâché prison. There were no witnesses, and the relief was exquisite.
The story might have ended there had the pen not left its cap behind.
First person
I love chalk and chalkboards. Pencils and pens and letters that arrive in the mail. Typewriters and turntables and the sound the spine makes, the sound of a library waking, when I open a new book. I love Charlotte’s Web and the thousands of people whose stories I’ve been gifted to experience through my work as a teacher and as a writing coach. I love reading out loud and the way revision feels on my fingertips. Meatballs and Dinah Washington. Whistling and Willie Nelson. My family. Red wine and black tea and Willie Stargell.
And the raised scar on my right arm (my writing arm) in the perfect shape of a pen cap.