The Heart is a Library Hunter

My first memories belong to the surreal landscape of childhood. Cushioned in tenderness, they flicker a blurred reel of mango trees, mud pies and mosquito screens. Occasionally, through the fuzz, concrete moments come into focus. For me, the first of those is the imprint of a rainy afternoon in a library. Inside this memory, I […]

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What Dreams May Come: Unleashing Creativity

I’m neither the first writer to think about dreams nor the first thinker to write about them but access is critical to creativity.

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The Write Life: A Cottage in Italy

Just as a sick dog needs a quiet place to die. A writer needs a quiet place to write. This cottage was all that. Without the dying bit.

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