Perhaps dark books are an unwise choice for a woman who is walking her way out of grief. Or perhaps they are a safe place to know the truth without being undone by it.
When a beautiful woman in her sixties, with a serene face and an artistic hand, sits beside you at the craft table and asks to hear your story, you do not refuse. Nor do you refuse when a fun-loving stranger offers to do a coconut-oil-honey-and-cocoa-powder facial with you, and all the supplies are laid out. […]
“Your audience awaits,” he said. “Go.” I am a good wife and always do just what he says, and so— Five weeks later, he showed up on my Why I Blog page and said, “If you let this go much longer, you’ll have to change the title to Why I Don’t Blog. I’m waiting…” The […]