Author?

When I was a teenager, I’d write with a wild abandon, immersing myself in short stories with morals and satisfying endings. I would write page after page of poems, compiling structured books of ramblings that no one would ever read. As life turned into paying bills as raising children, the writing took a back seat,

About Me

I’m forty-something. Don’t ask me to do the math because I’m not about that life. Science, yes. Math? Noooooo. I’m coming to terms with my identity as a writer. An author. So far, so good. I’ve got a book. One book. But baby, there are more coming. And maybe they are complete and utter trash,