What is the story that you keep telling? My nonfiction creative writing professor asked this question to our class a few weeks ago. Immediately my mind was transported to the entries of free writes that we had been doing all semester. No matter the prompt or the minutes allotted to let thoughts become words on … Continue reading what happens when you choose love but it doesn’t choose you?
What are we collecting? For my final art project of the semester, I wandered into my mother’s old sewing studio. Most of the random assortments of fabrics had been moved and the equipment no longer cluttered the floor. Strangely, a different collection remained.