At least once a week, I make a conscious decision not to see something that millions seem to have no

Pain and pleasure. Agony and Ecstasy. Writing — and writing. Those who do will know what I mean. For those

I’ve always been a writer. But a traumatic experience — at least for the 5-year-old I was at the time — almost threw me off the vocation I love. I thank a crusty old university professor for helping me find it by saying the right thing at the right time.