There is a certain amount of time everyday that I simply need to decompress alone, usually with the comfort of a book*. At any given time I usually have two to four books in progress: one piece of fluffy fantasy, one assigned portion…
I’ve neglected posting anything for a while. I’ve been in a memoir writing class, the second that I’ve taken with Left Margin Lit in Berkeley. I’ve enjoyed and grown from both and plan to take another soon. It’s an honor to be in…