Dear Santa, There are a few things I’d like for Christmas, and I’m hoping you can help a sister out. Have I been good? As good as anyone, I suppose. I mean, sure, I’ve hidden snacks from my family. And there’s the prolific and creative cursing in traffic. And the shutting myself in the bathroom to…
Writing a novel while raising small children is like trying to run a marathon uphill, through the mud, barefoot. At least it is for me. Then again, I’m not supermom. I’m not the woman who exudes effortlessness with her perfectly applied makeup, homemade organic cranberry muffins in her purse, and children who look like they just stepped out…