Monthly Archives: September 2011
I walk with mace in one hand, and my keys positioned like a weapon in the other. It’s habit. I have my speed dial set to 911. So, when I turned down a quiet, back road the other day, questioning … Continue reading
Last September I went to my first writers’ conference. I had the good fortune of running into a former classmate from a memoir writing class I had taken at The Muse, who I hadn’t seen for a few months. Jennifer.
Last week when Michelle and I met up via Skype, I asked her to do me a favor…