I was nearly finished with high school when I first imagined I could be a writer. Once word spread, I received a number of journals from well-meaning friends and family. Some were leather-bound and some stitched by hand, yet I preferred the mass-produced, inexpensive alternatives, especially the pocket-sized notebooks I could slip in the front pocket of a shirt. I use a similar, more durable
I remember you pulling out your little pocket notebook and taking things down all the time! This is a beautiful meditation, Michael, and very poignant to share Valerie's musing poem draft here. I miss you and send much love. Jen
I remember you pulling out your little pocket notebook and taking things down all the time! This is a beautiful meditation, Michael, and very poignant to share Valerie's musing poem draft here. I miss you and send much love. Jen
So poignant. So pointed, at the healthcare system's failures, at the backward priorities. Thank you for sharing your and Valerie's journeys.