I remember feeling invisible. It was some season or other, warm enough to spend time outside just shooting the shit. I stood beside my dad in a friend’s side yard, in a group of people circled up …
Before You Quit Writing, Read This
A little under a year ago, a friend of mine started a writing group. His intention was for this to be a different kind of writing group, one where writers could come together and support each other, …
On Writing and Darkness (or: an external look into an internal world)
We all have a face that we put on for the external world - a face that hides, to some degree or other, our innermost workings, our fears and our insecurities. For some people, you can’t see the …
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Surrounded (or: why not to go it alone)
I decided some time ago to wipe the word “busy” from my vocabulary. It conjures up this vision of days filled to the brim, of doing “things” just to say that we have done them, of a life filled with …
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