About seven years ago, I stood on a sidewalk in Iowa City staring at the front door of the Dey House—the home of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Not walking in, just staring. I had moved from Arizona after watching a video about the Workshop and reading an article about one of my writing heroes, Kent…
Month: July 2025
Where My Voice Went: A Meditation on Revival and Truth
I didn’t lose my voice all at once.
It was slower than that, like erosion, not collapse. I kept writing. I stayed productive. I was in the right rooms, doing the right things. But gradually, the writing stopped sounding like someone I knew.