When I went downstairs near the beginning of In-House (our local drop-in) to
get the dodgeballs, two young boys were sitting on the stairs outside the
washrooms, eating watermelon.
Thinking about trauma and how it impacts our lives, I begin to see it
everywhere. Is everything a story of something whole becoming broken, and
seeking to become whole again?
I just read through my "morning pages," looking for nuggets to blog about and
ripping out pages to shred.
A while ago I was standing in the bookstore, staring at the magazine rack and
found a few publications that dealt with the subject of writing. As I
flipped through the articles on how to writ