When I got ready to move back to Vermont after finishing grad school, I knew the one thing I would miss would be the metro park down the street from my apartment. It had become an old and trusted friend, another home, a place to center myself and be. Something about my solitude and comfort…
“Just write some words, you’ll feel better,” said no normal person ever. A writer, however, says this. Specifically, I’m saying this to myself right now. I’m alone tonight. My son is with his dad. It’s just me and the cat. I have no reason to not write. At least no good reason. So even though I’m…