Photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels.com I have a thing I called as a child “the ball of wax in the pit of my tummy,” AKA feelings of dread, guilt, anxiety that seem to lodge in my abdomen, causing what feels, aptly enough, like heartburn. I am a child of loss, and that ball of… Continue reading Wise Words As an Antidote to a Wintry Morning’s Doom Scrolling
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"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 