Carrie Cox’s Corner

Early in the morning, while the world is still asleep. Late at night when the quiet peace of slumber fills the house.

This is the witching hour. This is the time of magic.

This is when I write.

I write of my past. I write of my future. I write out the words that refuse to come out of my mouth but only find their way out clearly when ascribed to paper.

I write for myself, it’s therapeutic.

I write for my children, it’s their heritage.

I write for you.