Writing about your own life for even one year can quietly change the way you pay attention — not dramatically, but in the small way that a window you’ve cleaned suddenly shows you a different street

Both my parents wrote. Not professionally — there were no published books, no bylines — but writing was simply part of how they moved through the world. My mother wrote stories. My father wrote letters, long ones, even when shorter ones would have served. Growing up around this, I ...Read More





