How Being a Nonfiction Writer Warps My Perspective

Not long ago, I was talking to someone about a tree. I don’t remember specifically what we were talking about but I named what type of tree it was. I didn’t get super specific. It was a gingko or a cypress. Oh, wait. If it was a gingko, I guess I was super specific because … Continue reading How Being a Nonfiction Writer Warps My Perspective →