Straight talk from the sisters about blood, sweat and ink
So, this came screaming across my screen the other day and it made me laugh. Before I started this journey, it’s what I thought writers did. For those of you who don’t know it: No. No, it’s not. I wish, but no. If I could drink coffee all day (OK, I do) and dream stuff …
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I call it The Beast. As a mental health professional, the death of Robin Williams struck a profound chord. He had it all – fame, money, respect, children, a new marriage. Many people are asking – how could he? We’ll never know what happened in his head, but clearly he saw exiting the world as …
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