listen to the voice of inner conviction

Five years ago, in early November, I stepped into a home out in the boonies of Crozet, Virginia, after an incredibly bumpy ride on a dark road. Though it was dark outside, the home was warm and inviting. Stepping through the threshold into the living room, I noticed a piece of art painted on the … Continue reading listen to the voice of inner conviction

an inner voice makes itself heard

Something my reporting professor said in early September made me realize I want to be a writer. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. But the funny thing about that desire is that it’s under the heavier ones. Ones like having a job and having people understand what it means to do the work you … Continue reading an inner voice makes itself heard