Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.

The Only Thing That Makes Me Crazier Than Writing Is Not Writing.

I'm Truly Grateful For My Microwave, Which Allows Me To Easily Clarify Butter, Steam Vegetables, And - When I Am Really Lazy - Feed My Three Kids In Less Than Five Minutes.

I Scan The Room. Catherine Is Writing Quickly, Her Light Brown Hair Falling Over Her Face. She Is Left-handed, And Because She Writes In Pencil Her Left Arm Is Silver From Wrist To Elbow.

When Did I Stop Being Me?

I Hate This Bizarre Policy Of Protective Exclusion, Because It Effectively Writes Me Off The Page.