Intersect: My Last Act, Bowing Before the Curtain
In my role as editor, I didn’t want to modify voices. I wanted to provide a megaphone for each writer and shine a spotlight in dark corners where I thought their voices could be a little louder.
In my role as editor, I didn’t want to modify voices. I wanted to provide a megaphone for each writer and shine a spotlight in dark corners where I thought their voices could be a little louder.
I grew up Mormon in the atheist city of San Francisco. Every Sunday, my father led his three daughters down the steps of our tall Victorian and drove us in his blue Volvo station wagon along the hills of the city to that white stucco church that stuck out so oddly among the festive painted ladies crowded around the bay.
The WWS members included in this post published their work in amazing places during the month of December. I’ve included an excerpt from published pieces (if available) or a blurb (if available) if the publication is a book, along with a link (if available) to where the pieces can be purchased and/or read in their …