25 July 2022
During the winter of 2013, I sought refuge in Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones. 'Take out another notebook, pick up another pen, and just write, just write, just write.' For a half hour each day, I leaned into her words as though they were the reassurances of a beloved friend, and she made me forget the exhaustion I felt as a mother of two babies under the age of three, or how lonely I was having recently moved out of town away from my friends, or my worries about the repercussions of an extended second maternity break on my legal career.
