What It Really All Meant, In the End

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

I’ve started and deleted this post so many times I’ve lost count. A confession: for someone who’s built their life around words, I often find life gives us moments far more meaningful. Maybe that’s what all the writer angst finally boils down to: we can’t ever express exactly what we hope to. But we can’t not try. So rather than saying good-bye, I’ll try to explain why being a Deb…