What JRW Means to Me
In a deep hole I had been living 12 years. And I had climbed up out of that hole, and it was a long way upward, that climb. Looking back is scary: the depth of that hole. We’ll be nice and call it the “cave.”
By 2008, when brain damage had finally been diagnosed and treated, I regained my focus to finish the manuscript of a book begun many years before.
I learned to send an e-mail, and even an attachment, and this constituted my social contact with the world. Then Sarah and I heard about a writers’ group in Richmond called James River Writers. More