27 May
By Amy Harrison
We were silent as the car left the coziness of our home to the bright lights of the train station. I’d never been so anxious.
At the drop-off bay, I opened the door to leave and gave a barely noticeable lurch … barely noticeable. My husband looked at me with wide eyes.
“Did you just throw up in your mouth?!”
“No …” (I lied.)
And so I went, to run the copywriting workshop that made me (almost) decide to give up live workshops altogether and only teach online.
And I want to share what happened because it’s cheaper than therapy …read more
