Many mothers begin writing because they are desperate not to disappear inside caregiving.

Others begin because motherhood reconnects them to wonder, imagination, tenderness, memory, rage, identity, and voice.

That was true for me.

Motherhood did not shrink my world. It expanded it.

Yes, I am tired. Yes, I often write late into the night after long days. Yes, there are moments when I wonder how sustainable this all is.

But my children are not the enemy of writing.