A few months ago, I started reading The Artist’s Way again. I had gone through the book once before, but this time I committed to one of its central practices: writing three pages every morning. No concern about whether they were good. No plan for what they might become. Just putting pen to paper and […]

The phone disconnected right at the moment I was speaking about letting go of perfectionism. For a moment, neither of us knew what had happened. Marcus was calling from prison. The power had gone out. On his end, there was only silence. He waited, said hello a few times, and began to wonder whether I […]