I am often instructed that friends are the family you make. Though this is true I always feel like reminding the instructor that relationships you build with friends are based on the building skills Read more [...]
Writing is proof, to me, that I exist at any given time. Whether anyone reads it is not the point Whether literal in a blog, surreal in a poem, scripted in a documentary, sung on record, written upon a Read more [...]
At eighteen I thought of family like a game of squash. You are the player and the walls are the family. With your racket you play the ball and it returns and you hit again. Game on. Stay on your Read more [...]
With the spelling mistakes, grammatical errors and sometimes clunky inadequate prose why do I blog? After all there’s no editor offering improving conversations about developing style, no publisher volunteering Read more [...]