a structure for spirit
I have never considered myself a “writer”. I have no formal training, no diploma that anoints me to this sanctioned post.
As I prepare for my first ever writing retreat I discover to my surprise I am a writer. 493 more words
You can learn a lot from someone who is dying. When death is no longer an intellectual musing but has become an ill fated lover we are stripped naked in the face of our own mortality. 637 more words