I’m on a writing retreat at my brother’s in Florida, staying in the garage apartment in his backyard that he renovated and uses as an AirBnb. I feel lucky and antsy and here and not here, my mind casting about into the future and the past and the what-if, both as part of my writing process and because minds work that way.
Melancholy Mom in the Wilderness
Melancholy Mom in the Wilderness
Melancholy Mom in the Wilderness
I’m on a writing retreat at my brother’s in Florida, staying in the garage apartment in his backyard that he renovated and uses as an AirBnb. I feel lucky and antsy and here and not here, my mind casting about into the future and the past and the what-if, both as part of my writing process and because minds work that way.