The Deep End

There are moments when I wonder what exactly this is doing to me – to my family – this writing, this memoir I’ve been working on for almost two months now.  Memories are being unearthed, emotions felt more concentrated than ever – once a river that flowed freely in and out, is now something more [ Read More ]

There Is No Clean Slate

I am writing a book. Holy shit. It still feels somewhat surreal to write those words – with all of the weight and meaning I attach to them as a  voracious reader and lifelong lover of words.  I have always been a hoarder of journals, buying new ones to have that fresh page spread open in [ Read More ]