Getting to “Start”

Danny and a draft

Prelude

All the signs were there.

As a teenager, when I pictured my someday home, I imagined a cottage in the woods. Peaceful and serene, with a typewriter, a piano, and a cat. No children running around; no husband interrupting my concentration. Just me, on my own, writing books. Continue reading

Celebrating

glasses

On Friday, April 13, 2018, I wrote the word I sometimes doubted I would never write:

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