Writing is where I go to be honest about how I feel. Sometimes it’s the only way for me to know what it is that I’m feeling. Like I have to write in order to see what I’m gonna write. I find that it’s a lot easier to write the truth than it is to say it out loud.
I'm going to drive 9 hours, 566 miles to Missoula, Montana... where I’m going to spend the next 4 years... learning to be a writer. Hopefully, there will be a lot of happy days during that time. And I know there will be some hard ones.
Most people would bet against a single mom putting herself through college. But they don’t know what it took to get here. 338 toilets cleaned... 7 types government assistance... 9 separate moves... one night on the ferry-station floor... and entire 3th year of my daughter’s life...