Reflections on the life of a wife/mother/step-mom/daughter/teacher.
I ask my students to write every day. It only makes sense that I do the same.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Writing Takes Time...I Don't Always Have That.
So many thoughts in the form of wanted-to-be-written words crossed my mind today. I lived like a writer, except for the writing part. But now, it's 9:00pm and I'm choosing to spend the last waking hour of this day with my husband. I'll put those words in print tomorrow.