Stories don’t always end where their authors intended. But there is joy in following them, wherever they take us.
There’s something delicious about writing those first few words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here, where I belong.
My mother and I have come to an understanding. We’ve agreed not understand each other.
We did it! Did you hear my heart? It was a kettle drum! You see, we can’t stay home all our lives! We must present ourselves to the world, and we must look upon it as an adventure!
