real, raw motherhood
“Will you write something today?” my husband asked as I was walking out the door. “I’m going to try” was my first answer but then I reconsidered: “Yes. I’m going to write something“. My first reply answered a question he hadn’t actually asked. “Will you write something good today?“, is what my brain had registered.…
I have a dream. I dream of writing a book. Pages and pages of words. My words. I dream of crafting sentences, which, when read together, make a story. And since in the world of dreams, anything’s possible, I dream of a magnificent story. One that will touch people, expand their hearts, make them laugh…
Fear has such a strong hold on me nowadays. It’s inside me so deep and keeps me from living my life. It hasn’t always been like that. Quite the opposite in fact. I was so daring, I stormed out of my house at age 14 determined to go to the beach with my 19 year…