The Wound is Where the Light Enters

A little over a year ago, I got an acceptance letter to PT school. I was 41. I thought attending was the bravest thing I'd ever do.

PT school isn't cheap. I've written hundreds of scholarship essays. I've won one and worked as much as I can.

One day my friend Anna suggested that I write a poetry book. I laughed so hard. What?!

Here I am publishing my heart on pages

Hoping simultaneously that it will encourage you

And fund my incorrigible midlife dream.