Putting Myself In the Way of Beauty

I’m sitting among the musty shelves of New York City’s oldest independent bookstore, unable to stop smiling. After more than a year of living here, I’ve ventured—at last—to my first writing meet in the city. For months I blamed location—the relatively remote Woodlawn section of the Bronx—from joining fellow writers at work. Sure, I write … Continue reading Putting Myself In the Way of Beauty

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