When I Thought of Quitting, I Used My Secret Weapon

Like caulking that's squeezed into cracks along window and door frames, writing filled every available space, and I found that the miracle hour when creativity made its appearance came most nights between 8 o'clock p.m. and 2 o'clock a.m.--Pamela Koefoed Writing my memoir, JoyRide: Life, Death and Forgiveness, was an extreme work of love, a … Continue reading When I Thought of Quitting, I Used My Secret Weapon