The Attic

The odd shaped door revealed steep, narrow, rough stairs that led to the most mysterious place this young girl had ever seen. Dim light filtering through a small, dust-coated window provided the only light until halfway up, when I could finally reach the long string attached to a single bare light bulb. Emerging from the… Read More The Attic

Why I Write

Why do I write? The question is really, “Why am I writing now?” I’ve written for my entire life. I wrote essays for school. I wrote reports for work. I wrote recommendations for students. What has been missing in my writing was writing for myself. I teach literature and writing. Every day, I stress the… Read More Why I Write