Making Magic with Words.
This mother wears a flower corsage pinned upside-down on her lapel – as though it’s saying goodbye to the gentle spring just passed – and she asks me if her daughter’s nose can be chiselled into something less monstrous. I tuck a wayward curl… Continue Reading “The Light Room”
I’m in my safe place when I sit down and write. The only place where I really know what I’m doing. And I love getting lost in it.