Thoughts Keeping Me Up at Night…
there was a time when I was younger that I thought myself a writer…then life got in the way. so I wrote poems, emails, grants for non-profits, and newsletters or minutes for various organizations. Since my husband died at the end of 2017, I’ve begun writing again. And now, I have been challenged to see my identity as a writer. this blog is my way of forging this identity. Thank you for sharing this journey with me.
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Lost in Memory
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