Sounds like an odd pairing, I guess. Diet and writing. Especially when you think of writers…
When I was three, I remember sitting on my dad’s lap in the driver’s seat of his jeep.
The following is a poem from high school student Tiffani Williams. Tiffani walked right up to me after one of my workshops and asked me to…
I had my first (and only) child at 19.
I remember putting on my white church socks and shoes on the morning that I sprained my ankle running from…
I don’t know where I’d be without this feeling.
My brain runs 100 miles a minute and if it weren’t for my ability to switch to autopilot for day-to-day…
I remember playing manhunt. White building vs brown building. We played for hours on slow summer afternoons. I must have been…
I was a really lucky kid. Not in the sense that I managed to avoid cuts and bruises or got everything I wanted. I had more…