“Why don’t you write more?” he asked. Continue reading
Virginia Woolf


Mrs. Dalloway Redux
The summer I turned 16 I fell in love with Clarissa Dalloway. Well, not her precisely, but the book Mrs. Dalloway. Continue reading
“Why don’t you write more?” he asked. Continue reading
The summer I turned 16 I fell in love with Clarissa Dalloway. Well, not her precisely, but the book Mrs. Dalloway. Continue reading