(Cue harp music…) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways… One, two, three, four, five… Wait, that isn’t how the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning goes, is it? In fact, she doesn’t say a single number, nor spell one out. The reason for that is numbers fail to capture all the nuances… Continue reading LOVE IN THE TIME OF CORONA: Love Writing, Writing Love
Writing in Blood 