A good writer friend calls me a “completionist” because I insist on finishing a piece of writing even when I know it isn’t any good, whereas she is able to abandon work as soon as she senses it stinks. She is right about me; I can’t bring myself...
When Life Narrows
A moment stands out to me from my early forties, possibly my late thirties. I had just gotten pictures back from development—it was pre-digital days—and I was sorting through them to decide which to put in our album. My husband pointed to one he...