Writers. What a sorry lot we are. Half-sentient beings with limited social skills, eternally marooned in a mental vortex of unfinished ideas, unmet ambition, and cruel self-doubt. Trapped in an ongoing swirl of thoughts and vivid colors that flutter frustratingly away once we try to put them to paper. Surrounded by ...
Nobody ever told me that Book Club was really a club for
ladies to get together and drink wine and maybe talk about a book in between
sips. I didn’t learn this nugget of knowledge until I was in my forties and I
feel like I missed out on years of this activity.
But I finally found my tribe and participate ...