Sometimes you have to stop yourself from writing the words.
They’ll make it too real, too quickly, too painfully. If you have to walk away,
take your teeth to your lip, your fingernails to your palms, that is what you
have to do.
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups.