Begin to practice
I sit down with the intention to write. But as for so many of us, I am visited by the familiar doubts: What am I going to write about? Do I really have anything worth saying? What will others think of what I write? I’m tempted to check my email, make a cup of tea, […]
Why I write
It’s been nearly thirty years since my father died of prostate cancer. Time has made his absence normal. And with the distance of years, I catch myself wondering if my father is a just story I tell myself. But then I have the comforting reminder that he is in so much of who I am […]