Butt in the Chair When I came home from Houston, I wasn’t in any kind of creative space. I was in a hunker down space. We had nearly lost...
Re-entry
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
Noticing (Part 5): Heading Home
The Watch Changes I flew out the day he was released from the hospital. There was no drama around it. No spike of fear. No second-guessing...
Noticing (Part 4): Every Day, Again
The Routine For more than two weeks, my life narrowed to two places: nights at the hotel and days at the hospital. Every morning, the...
