by C. A. Wittman | Aug 13, 2017 | Blog, Journal
When I was twelve years old, I discovered my mother’s old Kidsnatcher notebook in a pile of papers and books on her bedroom floor. The cheerful-looking binder with a swirly pattern contained a steady stream of correspondence mostly between moms and upper management in...
by C. A. Wittman | Aug 13, 2017 | Blog, Journal
Shortly after my father passed away from cancer in August of 2011, I turned to rigorous exercise as a stop-gap to stem the torrent of grief, which threatened to consume me. The shock that he was no longer of this world replayed itself in my mind on a daily basis. It...
