Writing & Faith
Another professor in the department where I teach asked if I considered myself a teacher who wrote or a writer who taught.
Don’t worry about the expectations you imagine others have; play with the mud you’ve found, like a child.
She asked him not to, but she didn’t scream or fight.
I understood the blank stares and raw anguish when I asked those students about their homes.
It felt like being on a ledge, with vast emptiness below my feet. I wasn't writing—but I wasn't not writing.
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