Taking Deep Breaths
The first few days of summer break.
The first few days of summer break.
I have never been an artist in the most traditional sense of the word.
Amid busy days, I have found time for writing.
I have the deepest admiration for the nursing profession.
My backyard is a haven.
I cannot write productively on little sleep.
I wasn’t going to contribute to the garbage on the internet.
Illness can be a reaction to what’s happening in my life.
The things that are important should have room in your life.
I have a good system for capturing fleeting ideas.
Having an infant makes morning writing time hard.
Juggling home life and work becomes tremendously harder with a sick child.