I didn’t realize just how deeply I struggled with my identity until I became a mother. Even then, it took me a bit to see how consumed I became with this new role of mine. As a young person, I was a writer. That is what I identified as; aspiring novelist and blogger. Then I…

We love books. Vivian has an entire shelf of board books that she is allowed to access whenever she wants. Sometimes she will grab one or two and give them a perusal, and sometimes she decides to unload the entirety of the shelf onto the floor. And walk on them. The book lover (and neat…

I remember being young and reading a book for hours at a time, or sitting at the computer and pounding out pages of my current novel. I could sit and do one thing for a long period of time. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been exposed to more of life’s distractions. Some are responsibilities, which…

It is a glorious April afternoon which, here in southern Oregon, means that spring has finally sprung and summer has already begun flexing its muscles a bit. Yesterday reached a high of 85, and as I write it is currently approaching 80 degrees. I am not a fan of summer heat, but I do love…