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When my grandmother was dying in her soft bed in the corner of my aunt’s farmhouse kitchen, we all sat with her, even the children staring at the white, shut face, masked in a rapture of its own while all the noisy racket of death filled the air, lungs letting go, blood about to rise in a purple wash, the pot of bones…
Since I was introduced to the juicy writing prompts Laura Davis posts weekly on The Writer’s Journey website, I’m in writing prompt heaven. They stir up my creative juices, as they did again today. Describe what writing practice is to you. My first inclination? To scribble down “torture.” Because there are times it feels like that. Stepping on a nail. Painful. Hard. Bloody. After I…