My son Matt will be getting part of my memoir manuscript to read soon, and I wanted to prepare him for what’s in it. I wanted him to know how much I loved his newborn presence in my life over 30 years ago, even though I struggled so much as a new mom.Continue Reading
I’m writing this on Thanksgiving morning, as I sit alone in the kitchen enjoying my coffee. It’s before Michael is awake and before Matt, our older son, comes over and we hop in the car to drive to Boston to spend Thanksgiving with Steve, our younger son.
I wasn’t going to write about Thanksgiving, but, well, maybe the spirit of the day has moved me. Or maybe it’s my special thankfulness today that has inspired me to conclude:
How can I not write?Continue Reading