Finding Normal

My new morning commute is forty-five minutes. One way. Does that sound a little crazy to anyone? That means every week I am driving about 7.5 hours back and forth to work . . . not including the time spent on the road if I happen to need a trip to town on a weekend….

Tying Up Loose Ends

I am leaving tomorrow on a super special, very exciting trip. One last hurrah, you might say, before my job begins and I have to settle into a desk and learn a new routine. Since I love routines, I am very excited. But the fact remains that tomorrow morning, somewhere between Very Dark and Sleep…

The Reality Of Being an Author

This morning, I woke up to find that my bank account was maxed out. Overdrawn, actually. Not the best news to find out on a Monday morning, especially when every penny I’ve made in the last several months has gone toward absolute essentials. Bills. Groceries. That’s about it. This is humiliating for me to admit,…