TW Column by Steven Lewis
This year, I added a new event: the Journal Burning Bonfire.
This year, I added a new event: the Journal Burning Bonfire.
I face the same old hyena in my mind: you’re weak, empty, delusional, small in heart.
I had all these eggs, of course, inside me, and wanted a safe basket...
I come away fragmented, feeling like I’ve been sitting in the shallow end of a swimming pool, refreshed but not quite.
Unlike the solitary experience of writing in my journal, I'm never truly alone on my blog.
'Wait!' she yelled, running past at least a dozen confused travelers in the security line.