I've been thinking a lot lately. Mostly about working and making a living at what you're good at. When I decided to finally get serious about this writing thing, being the compulsive researcher I am, I delved into finding out what it takes to make it in the literary community. I found a wealth of… Continue reading I Don’t Know Someone, Who Knows Someone
My house was a complete wreck. Clothes strewn across the floor. Take-out boxes piled haphazardly on one another. Every closet door in the house was thrown open and I couldn't see the bottom of my kitchen sink. Ahhhh, just the way we left it. Home sweet home. My new husband and I looked at the… Continue reading “I Do”… Now What?
He waits until he gets to the counter at Starbucks to look at the menu. The twenty people in line behind him groan in unison. She leaves her cart in the center aisle while grocery shopping. Everyone must maneuver their grocery laden carts around it like a glacier. I fear these people daily. I have… Continue reading Am I Raising One of Those Adults?
I've been writing a book for six years. You may think you know how long six years is but you don't. It's not just 72 months, or 2,190 days, or even 52,560 hours. It's my sons first birthday. An undergrad degree that's a measly year away from being achieved. Adventures into online dating. A wedding… Continue reading I’ve Been Writing a Book for Six Years