The Messy Middle

It had to start somewhere.

The idea of writing from the beginning though made me freeze. And procrastinate. Sometimes, it’s just a matter of starting in the middle, where it’s undone and not aligned and disjointed. Like me. Like my life.

Writing my book, “Raising Owen: An Extra-Ordinary Memoir on Motherhood” was a bit like that. I didn’t know where to start. And the only place I knew to start was exactly where I was: in the messy middle. So I dove right in.

It was 2020, the year we all took a step back from our regularly-scheduled lives to deal with a pandemic. Finally, I could write the stories that had been surfacing, in a messy way, sure, but they were taking shape. I finally found a way to start and continue. With dedication, and many rewrites, I was able to see my story emerging. Its the story of a mother fighting for her child to have not just an ordinary life, but an extra-ordinary life despite his diagnosis of Down syndrome.

I think it’s worth reading. I hope you think so too.