Yesterday

Though last year I felt like I had a grip, I had plans and hopes and schemes and goals, this year all I have is a number in chalk. Twenty six feels like a slippery fish, something that could spring free of my hands, something that could dart a dozen directions, and I'm just along for the ride (or swim, as it may be).

Comments

[cynthia newberry martin]

Happy Birthday!

[Lauren]

and yet you still manage to write my socks off. :)

[Laura]

Happy belated bday! I turn the big 3-0 this weekend but have decided that it's totally not old at all. We just become better writers the older we get!