“There is not a heart but has its moments of longing, yearning for something better, nobler, holier than it knows now.” –Henry Ward Beecher, 19th century American clergyman Musicians play. Painters paint. Writers write. For a long time I struggled to justify my desire to read and write because I was concerned that it might be an extravagant and acceptable means of escape from present reality. And it can be. I’ve been asked, “How does fictional romance differ from porn?” Good question, I’m not […]
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