I’ve been meaning to write my first post, but I couldn’t decide what to write about. We all know about the business of everyday life, and you writers out there know about the terror of the blank page. Then this weekend I learned of the death of my high school English teacher. He was the man who taught me to write, to love words, their power and what a writer could do with them. Fittingly, a conversation we had this past summer has become the inspiration for a series of posts: Why do I write?