When a writer doesn’t write, she reads.
During the months I have been away, and through most of this year, I have read my eyes dry. I don’t think that is a saying, but it should be.
I’ve had the joy of discovering an exquisite writer, Reema Zaman who so bravely and powerfully shares the tender truth she has found time and again through moments of anguish. Below is a little spoken word excerpt from her memoir.