about methe not so crafty mormon mommy is also an opinionated sassy pants.
I started writing when I was about fourteen. I loved being published. It made me giddy. Somehow, it made my words seem more real. Tangible. And writing helped me figure out who I was.
Then, I grew up and got married and had children, and after a while, I didn’t really know exactly who I was anymore. Oh, I knew who I was when I was around my children: I was mom. When I was on a date with my husband (I love John!), I was a wife. But, alone, in the dark, listening to everyone sleeping, I didn’t quite know. So I started to write again. And I started to know who I was and who I wanted to be.
And my life turned itself upside down and sideways and I lost my daughter and I almost died and I came back to life and I tried to find my place–and I wrote. And I threw the words Out There–and they came back to me, in the echoes of hundreds and thousands of moms and women and wives and mothers who all have given me strength and walked with me up Rocky Ridge and prayed with me and cried with me and helped me find my way. So, I keep writing. I didn’t just find myself when I wrote. I found sisters. Friends. Angels. And now I don’t know what I would do without them.
My blog readers are some of my closest friends. So, if you want to get a hold of me and talk some more, don’t be afraid to email. I will answer. And remember, it’s going to be alright.