The Color Purple

I read Alice Walker’s novel The Color Purple when I was about fourteen, probably too young to understand its full complexity. All I understood was that the world conspired against Celie–and at fourteen, that’s sort of how the world felt to me, too....

My Hope for Newtown

A quandary: to be featured for a post you wish you’d never, ever ever have to write.  But here it is: my post about Newtown, which was the featured post today at Studio30 Plus, a community of writers who know that life only starts to get good when you hit the...