I remember walking into a party shortly after I learned that my book was going to be published. The party was full of people I hold near and dear to my heart and I couldn't wait to share my excitement with them. And I remember one particular person who filled my heart with joy because… Continue reading Empathy isn’t just for the bad times.
The Message in Our Handwriting
Why I Write: A Surpising Voicemail
Today I received a voicemail from my older brother. He said that he was having a bad day last week and had a few minutes to read some of my blog posts during his lunch, and that one in particular helped him in that moment. There it is. Right there. Exactly why I write. I… Continue reading Why I Write: A Surpising Voicemail