by Valarie Kinney
I was giving a speech at a high school, and it was going freakishly well.
I’m not used to doing events where I’m not dressed up as a pirate or zombie, and I tend to be braver when I’ve got a layer of fantasy between me and reality.
by Valarie Kinney
It had been so long since I’d written anything, I’d forgotten the pleasure I had once found in putting my thoughts down on paper.
My life was full and busy, as that of a wife and mother is bound to be. Days were full of running various children to guitar lessons, sports practices, and Scouts meetings. Added to this was the average every day responsibilities: housework, cooking, helping with homework, doctor’s appointments.
