Bittersweet

Bittersweet

I write the word bittersweet on a white napkin, pushing it across the table toward our exchange student. His eyes absorb the word as he rolls it around on his tongue, his French accent punctuating it, his mind reaching to digest it. In French, they call it un moment...

On Writing Too Loudly

I am getting better as a writer at penning a sh&*%* first draft. Thank you, Anne Lamott. I guess when I really think about it I’m not as afraid as I used to be about writing too loudly. I mean, life can be tragic and hard, people, and writers have to talk...