Tag: My life in pens

A sacred memory from the Holy Land. Another heart-wrenching chapter in my endless journey towards manhood.

Another gripping episode about my early years. Abused, ignored, mistreated. Me. And my writing tools.

There’s a line running through my life — a line drawn by a handful of different pens. I will trace that line in a series of short films to be released episodically, starting today. I hope you enjoy “My Life in Pens”.