Category Archives: One step over the line.

I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed. –Sherman Alexie

I am not what I seem to the world to be; a fine-looking fellow in the prime of life, big enough and strong enough to do almost anything he wants to, a talented writer and the rest. No; I am … Continue reading →

I learned [from my mother] … to listen with patience and care, and never to interrupt even when people were having great difficulty in explaining themselves, for during such halting and imprecise moments … people are very revealing—what they hesitate … Continue reading →