There is an energy needed to write. I’m not talking about physical or mental energy. I’m talking about energy from somewhere deep inside that propels you to dispel the noise, the consequences, the point… and do it.
Somewhere along the way, I’ve exhausted

I’m sorry for the delay. I thought sending my proposal out would give me more time to write. Instead, it’s given me more time to think—which is far worse.
Lately I’m spinning between wondering if I’m getting divorced, pining for

My husband has always been embarrassed by me. If I’m honest, that’s been the through line of our marriage. I’m too much. Out of line. For years, I took this at face value—believing everyone else must see me that way too. Only