one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy — what a life.
…just to get myself back into the habit again.
I think there is a writing muscle, somewhere in the recesses of my brain, that needs to be flexed regularly. I’m amazed at how quickly that muscle can atrophy. Coming back to writing after a hiatus must be like going for a jog when you [...]
Welcome to this blog - my chronicle of the illuminating, character-building path of single parenthood. I'm making this up as I go along. My life is my practice, and my five year-old son is my greatest teacher.