Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Beverly Army Williams. It’s part of my monthly series Stories of Transformation.
A piece of art, a collaboration between visual artist Linda Jean Fisher and me, is held in the Pfizer Corporation’s collection. In the late 1990s, I handed a stack of poems to Linda Jean. She created graphite drawings and used the erase function of an electric typewriter to type my poems. This lifted the graphite from the drawings, and the words stood out from the drawings in white. Her purpose was two-fold: she wanted to acquaint herself with my work, and she wanted to encourage me to call myself a writer.
I was a writer, but I was wary of claiming that title.