By accepting what I was giving, she was acknowledging its value. In that moment, she reminded me that we were equals.
Read MoreCriticism and shame have no place in the Inner Artist’s work.
Read MoreTo write my best and live my best I must be free.
Read MoreMy inner-critic is what I sound like when I believe I have to do something to please someone else.
Read MoreHow useful misery can be when it reminds me of what I’d forgotten
Read MoreAll the praise in the world is not going to heal you, and all the criticism isn’t going to hurt you.
Read MoreIsn’t it possible that we deserve everything we hear, even the worst and cruelest insults?
Read MoreIf you knew you were just fine as you were, would you still get up before the kids to write every morning?
Read MoreSomething in me snapped.
Read MoreOnce I’m done with an essay or story, what someone thinks of my stuff is ultimately none of my business.
Read MoreAll they’d know is what they liked and what they didn’t, and in this way every single poem was exactly equal.
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