New Beginnings

When I began my journey here, Owen was still only months old — this was all still so very new. He was still so very new. I began writing to keep close friends and family in the so-called loop, until I eventually realized that writing here was the only thing keeping me from thinking in the [ Read More ]

There Is No Clean Slate

I am writing a book. Holy shit. It still feels somewhat surreal to write those words – with all of the weight and meaning I attach to them as a  voracious reader and lifelong lover of words.  I have always been a hoarder of journals, buying new ones to have that fresh page spread open in [ Read More ]