Being A Writer : Atmospheric Pressure
Tonight I write the saddest lines. Wait. That’s been said. And, my, Pablo Neruda could say it, couldn’t he? (Shew!) … but there is…
Read MoreTonight I write the saddest lines. Wait. That’s been said. And, my, Pablo Neruda could say it, couldn’t he? (Shew!) … but there is…
Read MoreI come from a family of writers. Preachers who write sermons. Pranksters who crack jokes. Poets who compose verse. Pickers who compose lyrics. Patriarchs…
Read MoreI have been a writer since first or second grade – since the day my teacher showed us the basket of books she made…
Read MoreFor me, the writing life consists of invitation, community, and outlet. We will explore each of these facets this month, beginning with “invitation.” As…
Read MoreI would be a person who “used to write” if it weren’t for resources like those I’ve discussed in previous posts. And, as I…
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