For days I’ve been editing a piece of writing, delaying my *submit for publication* with taps and taps in keyboard’s delete. I can picture the endless swirls of red ink and withdrawing it’s ragged edges of notebook paper from a writer’s workshop. My mind was the real problem. It wouldn’t stop spinning long enough for words to fall crisply adjacent to one another.
I have so much to say about how these last few too busy weeks have been. I’ve come to a place where I’m finally standing tall as a mama of three and I know exactly what I want to do with my time and exactly how I want to feel in my time.
I keep thinking back to an old friend whose words kept me awake at night in the middle of New Hampshire, in the mid 1990s.
Click to read Today’s Mama: Henry David Thoreau Taught Me To Keep It Real.
Last month I bit off more than I could chew. It was a bit like stuffing a watermelon into a pocket designed for dimes, nickles in the front of a Vintage pair of Levis… [click HERE to read more].