Category: On Writing

• On Writing

  A Call to Write

  

  I am running down a beach, not jogging peacefully but sprinting with my feet pounding on the hard sand. I’m trying to run off my frustrations, my inadequacies, my worries. But they don’t fall away. They stay with me like a cloud of mosquitos. Exhausted from flat-out running, I collapse…

  March 17, 2026