"... everythng in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." —Sylvia Plath
After 9/11 I wrote a poem about the plane that went down in the field. For me it was cathartic. Sometimes big things require a poem.
Can you imagine what Sylvia Plath would have done with a blog?
It's all better with friends.