Just three months before my students graduate, I'm fighting my own senioritis. Getting married and moving to Germany means leaving behind the only adult identity I've ever known.
identity crisis
I Used to Be a Wife, a Writer, and 20 Other Things: The Night I Started Writing Again
Thirty-two and sitting on my Virginia porch with red wine and a laptop, I hadn't written in two years. Not since Nashville. Not since the divorce. Tonight, the first writing tingle returned—would it be enough to reclaim what I used to be?
Writer's Growth 