Teresa Wymore

My oldest son graduated this month. It's bittersweet, as many parents would agree. I'm trying to focus on the joy not the loss, but it's tough. I'm so proud of this kid--his emotional strength, his ambition, his effort. He graduated with high honors and scored a terrific scholarship to our local community college, where he plans to prep for transfer to a state four-year college. Or he might enter the military. He'll do both but in what order? Ah...I remember being 18. This means I'm paying for a monthly apartment in a neighboring city, so I'm working more. That's severely limited my creative production. It makes my social media rather quiet. I had great creative ambitions and put in a lot of work toward my goals before I had children, but I don't regret this delay at all. If you're following along over on my webfiction site or Twitter and...