I hadn’t actually meant to take the summer off from blogging, but somehow life felt too big to condense into manageable blog posts, so I remained silent here.
It was a busy summer, one that held a mix of happy and sad, relaxed and hectic. Donny and I painted the living room and stairway and upstairs hall, which took what felt like forever. We also spent lots of time with family and friends and on small and large adventures with the girls. We were in town and out of town. I did lots editing, working on many fine manuscripts with many fine writers. And I spent time thinking about big stuff—life, death, that sort of thing. My step-brother, Brett, died on July 1 after an 8-month battle with stomach cancer, and it was just sad, really sad. He was only 47 years old. So this summer I thought a lot about Brett and about the fact that nothing in life is guaranteed.
I do want to revisit some of my thoughts on this summer. I want to write about what home has come to mean to me, and also about how humbled I was earlier this month when I celebrated a decade of Motherhood & Words with some of my first M&W students. I’ll revisit these things in the coming weeks as I settle back into my work routine in my tiny office that is once again quiet. I hope you’ll join me again and forgive my long absence. I look forward to reconnecting!