Why can’t I stop writing? | Part 2 of 2

If you missed my first answer to the question, it’s right here.

Why can’t I stop writing? – Answer #2
First, a confession.  I used to tell seminary students to be ready to tell their personal stories about growing up male or growing up female.  Not literally everything, but true stories, especially about what happened to and inside them along the way from there to here.

Why?  Because it’s rude Read the rest of this entry »