The “Why” is that I used to be a prolific writer, and one day I stopped.
In a class once, we were asked to assign a quote to each member of our group. A lovely woman of 80, beautifully black and born on Christmas Day in Coastal South Carolina, handed me a slip of paper that read, “Pam: Don’t hide your light under a bushel.”
I want to write again. And today feels like the day.