I’m sitting at my laptop for the first time in almost a month, and my heart is pounding. The blank page taunts me, because my head is a so empty. I hear the echo of my writer’s voice pinballing around inside there, but my former cat-like mental reflexes have slowed to nothing, and all ideas ping beyond my grasp. For a month, I’ve done nothing but chauffeur kids to camps and practices, clean up trails of Star Wars Legos and dirty dishes, and nag my offspring to wake up before noon and just
Help.Me.Out! The shrillness of my own voice has exploded my creativity into nothing but dust on my floors that needs to be swept up, with the mud clods our sweet new puppy brings in. Southern Life, Indian Wife has temporarily turned into Tornado Life, Slightly Unhinged Wife. So, to pick up the pieces of my sanity and unfinished blogging, I’ve hidden myself in my bedroom. Sort of a mommy time-out turned air-conditioned sanctuary. Nervously, stealthily, I’m dipping my toe back into the writing flow, because I have so much to share. I’ve met the coolest lady EVER, who happens to be Indian, and just totally “gets” me. I’ve had the privilege of watching two young men who, in the face of good-ol’-southern racism, have displayed more character in their little fingers than most people put together. And, despite my whining, have enjoyed some lazy, sunny days with my kids, who are just growing up too fast. So here goes…stay tuned!