I’ll never forget the day that I embraced the word writer as something that I could actually be. I had updated my bio to say “aspiring writer” after an essay of mine had been published in The Mighty 1. A dear writerly friend saw my bio and had read my essay and immediately messaged me saying “you ARE a writer, own that shit!”…
From that moment on I did. …
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