Essay: Sad French Movies

Publicly sharing my non-fiction is literally what my nightmares are made up of. But in my constant fight to open myself to new possibilities and to grow as a writer I have to actually let me writing be read. I am starting a writing class next week on Narrative, taught by one of my favorite …

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My First Journal (And Why I Won’t Burn It)

I read an article, or conversation, in the last issue of Poets and Writers I received. It was three poets discussing the freedom of destroying old journals and why they had destroyed their own. As I read the article, I felt so sad. I was sad because they had destroyed all their keepsakes from another age, and …

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