Being a full-time mom and teacher, leaves me only a certain amount of time to write. Most of my writing gets done as a "football widow" on Sundays, when my husband is glued to the television. I just now had to fight to get on the laptop to work because he had to check his fantasy football scores. As if that's more important than getting KIDS OF 8 MILE HIGH finished.
My son has a friend over for a playdate and the giggling and screaming makes me smile and remember that all dreams can come true. It's never too late to believe. A child's laughter is all it takes to realize that.