Writing Life

Books live lives, touch lives, they tether lives to the world. People who read your books are — sick in bed on sunny days — or sad because he’s out of town — or flying across oceans in cramped spaces — or anxious in the waiting room, eager to hear their daughter’s first cries or in a hospice bed being read to, listening, and for their last few minutes of life they are living again through your words, and the emotions you composed — feeling — breathing — connected to all that is the human experience — and holding on to your hand when they die…

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