I can't tell you why I stopped writing... I tried to tell myself that I would draw instead.  But I found that my hand would lose heart after the first few marks. I forgot how to have faith in those simple little squiggles and lines.  But I never stopped searching for words. I started writing for others, hoping to find an echo...

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camera is Michael's, so's the photography. When I was little, my family and I would love watching the show Everybody Loves Raymond. There's this one episode, where Raymond writes a eulogy for his (living) tough-guy father, as a "writing exercise" because he's a professional writer. There was this running gag where everyone wanted or was writing each other's eulogies wanting to hear what...

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Summer, to me, was always more like a new year than January 1st. The time when everything seems to get its mojo back, when everything resets. But that could also just do with my innate love for the sun. But either way, I 'm finally here. It's been so long since I've been able to really sit down and spend my time writing something...

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