“I would’ve thought you are a writer.” I don’t know what it is that the girl in the chocolate store in Belgium saw in me, but it was more than I had ever seen in myself. She saw my truth, she saw me for who I was. Writing has been my singular truth long since […]
“It maybe that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.” – Wendell Berry I know not what I look for, or what I yearn / I know not what is missing […]
I kept looking outside the widow, trying so hard to imagine that life. But I couldn’t. Something has fundamentally changed inside of me. The country house, the children’s playground in the backyard, the cars parked in the driveway, a lush garden, inside the house a warm atmosphere, dinner table set, a family, a home, […]
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