My very first creative experience was a love for language. Though a traumatic brain injury last year has made word-finding still extremely difficult, I'm showing up brave, picking up my pen and writing my way back from the fog.
That's the story I choose to tell myself every day.
It happened in an instant. Seven months ago today my world ended. Metal crunched and suddenly my life was changed. What was a wide open year January 27, spun and convulsed and withered into a dimly lit room where I fought to make sense of what just happened…
Running after what sets your soul on fire doesn't mean you have to run solo.
Running after what sets your soul on fire doesn't have to be a lonely journey.