The blank page speaks

I call it the tyranny of the blank page. I also call it the miracle of the blank page. How that plays out is up to me more often than not. I can tell myself that blank page will mock me because what I fill it with will not be good enough/smart enough/has been said…

Your hands must empty

I used to be a master at walking down the same street and expecting a different view. I’d like to chalk it up to youth. Dating the same boyfriend a second time. He had already shown me who he was. We had broken up. But back I went. Knowing a certain management style and the…