If the pen is mightier than the sword, it is also mightier than my vocal chords.
My Voice
If the pen is mightier than the sword, it is also mightier than my vocal chords.
There’s a crisis looming. It’s already started to wrap it’s tendrils around a family I know.
Actually the tailspin started 9 years ago yesterday as a plummet, and then 9 years ago today it became a full nose-dive tail-spin kind of thing.
Writing—something I can usually do as easily as breathing—is like walking for me right now. I have to think about it.
My prolonged absence has a few causes. Some were beyond my control. Some were not. Let me explain.