What they don't tell you is about the moments when you fall out of love. It feels like a hardening of the softness you developed with him--the flow, the dresses, the dreamy thoughts, the sigh while you rest your should on him when he comes to stand near you.Read More
"I don't have time to write," I tell myself. "I must make time to write," says my inner voice.
"I'm a terrible writer," I tell myself. "It doesn't matter," says my inner voice. "The writing is for you, not them."Read More