The Act of Writing: From My Hut After Uvalde

The Act of Writing: From My Hut After Uvalde I write not what’s before my eyes, but what’s behind them. I write not what comes from my lips, but what catches in my throat. I write not what rushes through my heart, but what abides in my chest, in an anteroom set apart for hope … Continue reading The Act of Writing: From My Hut After Uvalde