I’m a lot of things every day.

A wife.

A mother.

A sister. A daughter.

Housekeeper.  Doctor. Therapist.  Advocate. Chef. Chauffeur.

But at night. The house gets quiet.

I turn on my music.

I open my word processor.

New worlds. New people. Mayhem. Romance.

It’s where I lose myself.

Where I vent frustration.

Where I find part of my bliss.

I’m a writer.