People ask me if I’ve always been a writer, and I usually answer that while I remember writing a story called “Amy’s Valentine” in fourth grade, not really much after that for decades. But in sorting through school stuff recently, I found a story that predates Amy by a year, “The Fourth of July.” “Very… Continue reading George, Betty, and Me
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It Just Made Him Whole
There is a vulnerability that never goes away if you are a writer, or I suspect a singer, painter, sculptor, or anyone else who creates. We hope you like it. Actually, we hope you love it–and us. And if you don’t, well, sometimes we listen to that inner voice that told us all along that… Continue reading It Just Made Him Whole