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.
No matter how fluffy the bathrobe or late the check-out the one drawcard that never fails to entice the final digit of my CVC is a hotel with books.
Hi there fellow Write Lifers! Recently I contributed a piece to Elephant Journal and I’m excited to share it with you here. 👇🏻 https://www.elephantjournal.com/now/i-quit-reading-for-a-man/ I received lovely feedback from their editors: Thank you for putting yourself out there and sharing something that could be of benefit to many. This was beautifully written! The piece explores […]