“There’s a five-mile block in the northernmost part of Prenzlauer Berg that I haunted during my last weeks in Berlin. Within this five-mile block, I allowed myself to fade in and out of memories – I let past and present mingle surreptitiously. I chose it in the exact breath it chose me. Even knowing what writing my memoirs would mean, I had no idea the gravity, but each time I got too lost or too overwhelmed, one man was there to encourage me forward.”

How one person gave me the courage to find my voice and tell my story.

My latest piece, On Becoming A Storyteller: A Berlin Memoir, was published last week on Burning House Press.