As my abusive marriage ended with the single parenting of two small children in the mid-nineties, writing became the savior of my world. With every word I wrote, my coping abilities grew; enabling me to survive the hardest phase of our lives.
I created worlds in which homes had not crumbled, leaving children fatherless and scarred. On paper, I was in control of the characters' lives where as in reality, I felt like we were skidding helplessly on uncharted roads. Countless short stories, articles, and essays emerged from those dark days,...