When too many days passed without writing, all of life became a chore. Literally, chores overwhelmed me, and suddenly, that’s all there...

I was convinced that I could write my way out of this. The broke years, inner angst and fear of living. The self-doubt, coping mechanisms...

I flew down the highway on what could possibly have been classified as the perfect day. True blue skies, dotted cloud puffs, mellow...