homeland.

Let me tell you the story of the home I found in fields of green grass across the sea. My father and two sisters led the way down the path toward our ancestral castle, toward town, toward an endless sky. Around us, the only herd of red deer left in Ireland grazed on the land …

the write questions.

I couldn't quite put my finger on why I haven't wanted to write for the past couple of weeks. At first, getting a puppy upended my routine, which made writing take a backseat as I figured out how to adjust my mind and body to a new rhythm. This took longer than expected--it's remarkable how …

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 …