It started as an ordinary conversation with my daughter—two writers comparing notes about the strange things that happen when imagination meets the body. I told her about Aliriani, a character who’d introduced herself to me, and later, shaken me more than any other. Writing her story had left me trembling, hollowed out, raw in a… Continue reading Writing as Archaeology
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From the Marrow: It’s so sad
Some silences hold more truth than words ever could. It’s So Sad Is it? I am no expert on loss. Having dealt with my share of grief — like most people — I think my opinion is worth expressing. I heard somoene recount an episode about a stranger dying. When she finished with, “It’s so… Continue reading From the Marrow: It’s so sad
Christine C. Elliott 