I needed a job. I was borderline frantic. Everywhere I looked I saw things I wanted to do that no one would pay me to do. Garden, write poems, paint and put together all this crazy furniture I bought years ago. I wanted to learn how to can my garden harvest and I wanted to make a documentary about my mom and do art projects and take African dance. I wanted to teach poetry writing (which they DO pay me for...a little). But the eighttofivejobwithbenefits monster was breathing down my neck.

So I took a year, and ended up writing for four years. This book is years 2-4. My first book, year one, is also available from Blurb. I end up not only using a year for creativity but being present with my mom when she was dying, being present for my son, doing what I love and trying to make a living.