A writer’s best friend and enemy

I got in my car and felt like crud, lower than dog poo on the bottom of your shoe. I had been putting in tons of hours at work, extra hours each evening and again on the weekend. For once, I was hoping to leave early, but it wasn’t in the cards, one fire cropped... Continue Reading →

Keeping an open mind

The choices were less than spectacular. One book had a blue cover and the name of the book in gold font. The other looked old and had a picture of a scary wolf with large fangs. My second-grade teacher read to the class a few minutes each day and she had given me the honor... Continue Reading →

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