Four stories. Which three are true?

My mom wasn’t supposed to live. Born three months early, she came out of the womb at three pounds, two ounces, followed five minutes later by her ‘baby’ brother. The twins stayed in the NICU for months, not even visited by my grandmother. She was told not to get attached.

Summer has always been my favorite season. Bare feet, open windows, fireflies, juicy fruit, lazy bike rides, lobster rolls, green grass…

I’m having frequent poignant memories of childhood – sparked by Parker’s age and where she is in her life. Equating it to where I was at her age in my life.

One key takeaway from 2021? Never get comfortable. You think things are going one way, and then they stall or go the opposite direction.

“Look around, look around!” The Hamilton lyrics of That Would Be Enough say. I am looking at my life.

What are the signs? What things I am supposed to notice that I’m usually too busy to pay mind to?

Part of the life, or psyche, as a writer is riding highs and lows of creativity. Sometimes I have so many ideas that it’s painful to not have more hours in the day to explore and poke at them. Other times, I have the luxury of free time, but zero ideas percolating.

I, like many readers, have a long list of books I want to read. They’re titles and authors accumulated through personal rec’s, book reviews, podcasts, everywhere really. I’d say I have about several dozen, but not more than 100, books on the list.