You sit in your car seat,eyes tracing the world outside.“Bus! Bus!”Life rushes past,and we chase after it,catching moments as they come. A red light lingers—stubborn in its waiting.I press play,familiar voices fill the space.You call them out,“Mama! Amy!”Our words spill into the air,ideas tumbling forward,eager to be known. Slicing,writing,dreaming,hoping.Building habits,growing community—a rhythm of creation. As … Continue reading Writing Happens to Us →