I’ve been thinking about voices a lot lately, maybe because there are so many of them in the world, speaking so loudly and all at once, and only occasionally saying anything worth hearing.
The singer who sings with someone else’s lungs
Voices for the voiceless
Speaking with your knee
A voice recently fallen silent
Voices of the disenfranchised
Tweets of the rich and powerful (not who you think)
The voice in your house
The tender voices that live inside us, aching to be born
Here’s a little self-promotion related to that last one. If you’re a writer in Northern California and you want to develop a powerful internal ally for your writing process, sign up soon for the workshop I’m leading with Jennifer Browdy at Book Passage in Corte Madera on October 21.
Some voices make me weep.
Some enrage.
Some voices tickle.
Some soothe to sleep.
Some voices I strain to hear.
Some drown me out.
Raise your voice with mine.
We’ll conquer fear.
AUDREY KALMAN 
Hi Audrey. Just bought a copy of What Remains Unsaid. Looking forward to it. Funny to find this today, as we’re in Palo Alto, and so will miss your workshop by a week. Hope you get a fantastic turnout.
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Thanks, I hope you enjoy reading it. And enjoy your time in Palo Alto. Were you here over the last few days when the smoke was so terrible? The fires have been so dreadful and devastating.
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Awful. We had a summer of it, and it was so sad to see it here, too. Woke this morning though to clearer skies, and a quick trip to Carmel, which makes things feel more hopeful. Hope neither you nor loved ones suffered losses.
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