I started writing in 1998 when I was six months pregnant. I wished I could remember where I was in the blue, split level ranch that my husband and I occupied when the epiphany occurred. I'm sure I was sitting because that was my new occupation. To be still, hold my belly, and dream about this new little being growing inside of me. At 32 weeks gestation, it occurred to me that not only would I need to give birth to my baby, but I was going to lose her. I felt a gasp. What was I going to do without this intense, continuous intimacy inside of me? In my next breath, the answer came, and I reached for a pen, and I've been writing ever since. Somewhere in my journey, I wanted to share my story with the world. Yes, I wanted my pilgrimage from Nursing school in Boston to Cape Cod's shores, where a spellbinding encounter with a guru transformed my life to inspire readers. But the truth of the matter is I needed my voice to be heard. So for the past five years, I've been focused on publishing. Last year I signed on with a editing/writing group and had the good fortune to review group members' works' and realized how much I learned from the experience. So for 2021, I set the goal to join a community of writers where I would have an opportunity to submit my prose and review and make suggestions to others. So here I am!