When things go bad, when the fears that disturb your sleep become waking reality, words are clumsy and awkward. They can’t possibly express the depth and breath of what you want to say and yet…and yet we need those clumsy, awkward, inadequate words to know that we are not alone.
Whenever I have to write a hard letter, a letter that hurts to write, I tell myself to write like an American.
What do I mean by that? I guess, being open and saying I feel uncertain about what to say. It’s about allowing my heart to speak, not caring if it sounds corny, it’s about not being ashamed of emotion and trusting my instinct
Here’s one American writer I have never heard of before and his response to the Connecticut school shooting: JEFF GOINS