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…
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
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