Life As a Single Mom: A Boomerang Story

It’s a warm, overcast Saturday, and the creative writer in me longs to play with words, trying to sculpt poetry or prose out of whatever inside me has not found its way into words yet. My daughter Elizabeth, however, is a bundle of restless, enthusiastic energy, an adventure waiting to happen. There isn’t a question of whose agenda is going to win out here. Surrender, Dorothy — your writing is going to be postponed…