An ordinary woman bearing her soul to force a self-reckoning--
Middle-age caught me by surprise. Our nest had recently become empty, I was working in the same office job for the last seven years, and like so many before me, I wondered-- Is this all there is? I had lost track of my writing dreams decades ago. Here is a record of, not only the journey back to a writing life, but also the journey back to my Self. Who was I before alcoholism, marriage, parenting, career, and surviving consumed me? If I didn't start living life on my own terms now, when was I ever going to begin?