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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: me and the words

My whole life, writing has kept me alive. Whether it was keeping a private journal, composing poems in notebooks I quickly stashed away, or writing stories as an English major my first time through college and then on my own afterward, it has always been a cherished, unequaled outlet for my […]

In My Father’s Hands

Despite their fragile state, every winter I’ve continued to wear a pair of my dad’s old, rough woolen mittens. Parts of them have been literally hanging on by a thread, brown suede-covered palms and tattered Thinsulate lining in danger of coming loose and falling away entirely.  I have grown careful with them over the years, saving them […]