How writing helped me come to terms with my brother’s death

I always hoped that I would one day find the time to write a book. In the same way I wistfully day-dream I’ll retire by the sea and spend lazy days walking a dog up and down a beach. And I don’t even have a dog! Yet, here I am, an author. Part of thatContinue reading “How writing helped me come to terms with my brother’s death”