about that novel.

Though it's taken many years, encouraging friends, and self-affirmations written in Sharpie on spiral notecards, I've slowly become more comfortable with calling myself a writer. It wasn't always easy. I felt guilty describing myself in a way that felt more aspirational than truthful. Even now, the title feels easier to claim when I've had a …

begin again.

There's nothing quite like the feeling of starting over. It's a fresh wind on a wide-open road, the sun warming your face, an attentive curiosity to all things new. My husband Jack and I recently moved all the way across the country from the north shore of Chicago to Austin, Texas, so this feeling is …