We all know that art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth. —Pablo Picasso … Continue reading Becoming a Credible Memoirist—Oxymoron? I Think Not.
Sometimes at night, I look through the trees in my backyard, catch a slip of moon through a cloudy sky, … Continue reading A Girl Like I Was
I went through this period of time in my life, a little more than a year ago, where I would … Continue reading A Good Day to Weep
Do you enjoy pain? You must. Investing so much time in a piece of writing–why work to the point that … Continue reading Suffering Structure: My Struggle with Long Lines of Suspense
I don’t take pictures of myself often. If I do, it’s a selfie, and I do it while no one … Continue reading The Protagonist Is You