The reason I do Write or Die is in large part to stir up the pot of you, to get you to rethink, revision, and reimagine who you are, what your story is, who your audience is, and what your blocks are.

I’m a feeling machine.

The next time I get to hug someone, I might not let go.

What I do know is that in an ocean of grief, I am a master wayfinder. I know how to hold my center and I am not afraid to sail into the storm. And I’m not the only one of my kind.

Being a part of that group was an amazingly wonderful experience in race relations for me.

I saw a meme the other day: "Introverts, put your book down and check on your extrovert friends – they are not coping." It’s true – just being allowed out to the food shop today lifted my spirits. I really do need people.

Confidence: the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust; the state of feeling certain about the truth of something; a feeling of self-assurance arising from one's appreciation of one's own abilities or qualities.

I lied all the time. It was so interesting to live in a world that stretched.

I think I’m good at taking care of people partly because I want someone to take care of me.

I remember you.

The students generally have no idea how to write conclusions. If you don’t restate the introduction at the end of your essay, then what do you do?

What’s social distancing like when you’ve already been living at a distance?