Does knowing why I was mistreated as a child help me now? Yes, it does. As an undiagnosed dyslexic child it was impossible for me to convey…
“Ooh, what a lucky man he was!”
Were I were ever called upon to submit a personal essay about who I am and what I do for, say, a contest or a residency, I would provide something like this to describe my own sensibilities and sense of purpose. In saying what I’m not…
Do you look for
The Rhyme and Reason
When you were announcing your entrance into the world, I looked up at the slender fingers of the weeping willow hanging down next to the bedroom window. They were green with the first tentative buds breaking. In the garden on the other side of the house, where I could not see it from where I was…