Allow me to introduce Jennifer Johnson, Writer, Activist, Poet. She is also someone I call Friend. A friend of the best sort. One that inspires me with her words and actions to explore further and love deeper. In this piece, she questions something that I spent years questioning in my own way. Am I an artist? Today, I am amazed how easily I can say those words. Amazed, filled with wonder, and overcome with gratitude.
I am an artist.
Am I a writer?
Not a real writer, I think to myself. I mean, I’ve never written a book or anything. Continue reading “A writerly writer who writes”