You’ve gotta write like there’s no such thing as a broken heart

You’ve gotta write like there’s no such thing as a broken heart

  Yesterday, I taught a writing class. We flipped through dogeared pages of Bird by Bird together on a screened-in back porch that overlooked a wooded lot with trees changing colors on me. We waited for the french press to brew our Starbucks medium roast, then wrapped cold fingers around steaming mugs as the temperature dropped. [...]

To the person who broke into my car and tried to steal my new smile

To the person who broke into my car and tried to steal my new smile

  I wrote the draft of this post in a composition notebook that I found from the year 2000 because you stole my laptop and my journals, along with the bible my aunt and uncle gave me for my 18th birthday. I found an old vocabulary quiz in this purple marble notebook with the word [...]