I was a person before I was a mother. I don't mean that I have somehow become something other than a person, or less than a person since becoming "mama." What is I mean is that motherhood has changed me just as it has changed my schedule, my social life, and pretty much everything else, and yet I am still me.
It took me a while to admit to myself that I wanted to be a writer. That is to say, in a professional sense.
The first step was realizing that I really enjoyed writing. I started my first book over five years ago, and I didn't begin with publishing in mind. I was just having fun, and trying to watch less television…
I've always loved a good DIY. My friend Meg likes to rib me for how often I say things like “tutorial” and “I saw this on Pinterest!”…
I’ve decided I want to be a writer.
There. I said it.
The reality is that I’ve been writing ever since I could. Not with any serious ambition, mind you, and aside from schoolwork, only rarely have I allowed anyone to read what I’ve written. But in every phase of my life, I can look back and see where the impulse to write would arise…
I love fall. I love the changing leaves, I love the smell in the air, I love the cool days and chilly nights.
I grew up in Maine, and by this time of year it was really starting to feel like fall. But now I live further south where September days are still hot and muggy, and if it weren't for the back to school sales and the pumpkin spice dog treats on the shelves at Trader Joe's, you'd never know the official start of autumn was later this week…
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