The Path

I was writing, for better or worse, since I could. I would have loved to go straight into writing after high school: creative writing, an MFA, writer’s retreats … maybe before high school, even. But I wandered off the path, thinking about boys and friends, and not being encouraged to pursue it. Maybe even discouraged (“English is not a major”). And really, it was probably good advice. I was on my own and had bills to pay.

But writing creeps in. I kept gravitating to careers where writing was central, and I loved it. And now I’m here. Writing. And it is the best. It is my home.

So whatever or wherever your home is, I hope you can make it home for the holidays.