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Writing helped me live

Writing literally gave me life and sanity through some of the most difficult times of my life. It was my sanctuary. Sometimes the writing was messy, but most other times it was vulnerable and truth-telling. As I continue to edit this long journey called living I will share stories, critiques, provocations, letters, and random shit--but always truthful and vulnerable. Enjoy, and digest my writings (and those of my friends), with one warning. In the words of the wonderful Erykah Badu, "I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit."

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