Dear Baby Boy Lewis, I promise I’m not writing this letter out of obligation, but I’ve been putting it off because I’m not sure what to tell you. With your sister, I wrote about your daddy’s running, and my writing, and you being wonderfully and fearfully made so go ahead and follow that crazy dream because we are all cheering… View Post

A dream noted on July 11, 2016: A dream come true: Every once in a while, my husband, Jesse, likes to give me writing advice. When I told him about the reading tonight, he said, “Oh! You should say you wrote one of the chapters here! In the coffee shop!” That would not be true, and when I write, I… View Post

It was called Junior High when I was in it, and I had a yellow writing folder for Language Arts. All the students had one. In black letters, on the front, were the words: THE WRITING PROCESS and then, nice and neat in a circle were definitions for pre-writing, drafting, revising, editing, and publishing. I loved this folder. I loved… View Post

The alarm goes off at 6:30 on Saturday morning because there’s a swim meet we need to be at at 7:30, and my first thought is, “I don’t have time for this.” At the end of the school year, I asked for Fridays off. Jesse and I have been having an endless conversation about how I WANT to write more,… View Post