The writing exercise taught me what I can do when I feel stuck in the metaphorical tar pits. When the quicksand threatens, I need to embrace those writing dreams -- to mold my experience into words that can rise above the muck.
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“A tumor? Me? ... That doesn’t make any sense though. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink -- I recycle.” 27-year-old Adam’s eyes glaze over as he...
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