An excerpt from Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing, a novel about mental illness and friendship that I wrote a decade ago that only one person has ever read—until now.
In this episode of “This Is Me Being Uncomfortable,” I mumble largely about writing, creativity, and the influence of life (and death) experience on how you see the world.
“Something doesn’t feel right… I don’t feel right. My body. I feel like I’m filled with cancer.”
“She’s lost a lot of weight,” I heard someone say at a lunch table near ours. “Like so much she could die.”
Recently, my wife and I began a couple’s love journal titled Why I Love You—a love story, in our own words.