I have learned that what doesn’t kill you, fills your pen. I have learned to open my mouth and hit the streets when justice calls. I have learned to walk away after the first sentence, in obedience to my own moral compass.
Someone asked me today if I was a writer. With a moment of hesitation, as a child caught in a white lie, I answered quietly, “yes.” I was in a small … Continue reading
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