Many writers claim to be introverts. J.K. Rowling is one. She came up with the idea for the Harry Potter series while alone on a train that was delayed for four hours. And there are plenty of others like the famous poet and recluse Emily Dickinson and the melancholy alcoholic Edgar Allen Poe. I’m no […]
My husband doesn’t understand why I don’t write more about growing up in a family of 15. “It’s so unusual. Everyone will be interested,” he tells me. Maybe he’s right. In fact, maybe that’s precisely why I have trouble writing about it. It marks me as unusual…different…odd. It makes me uncomfortable. I have spent a
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These days, I often wish there were two of me — one to do the dirty dishes and the other to lounge by the pool. “If only I had more time,” I say. That’s my new mantra. I grumble it as I leave the house to take my daughter to school or stop at the
