I was six months pregnant on March 12, 1993, the day it began to snow in Alabama. The Great Blizzard of 1993, as it is now archived, dumped two to three inches of white fluff per hour on the cozy upstate cottage that I shared with my husband and our one-year-old son.

Pocket change is a rare commodity these days, and its scarcity has shifted my attitude of gratitude.

As light peeks over the horizon, so begins a day filled with opportunities – to be at peace amidst the pressures and demands of work, writing, community and family.

Need some inspiration? Either personally or in your writing? Well, you’ve come to the right place for both!