"I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky." - Sharon Olds
I, too, am a late bloomer. Late to writing, late to blogging, and usually late to lunch, but grateful to be here. I began writing a little over a decade ago on a plane to Boston. Frustrated by the lack of understanding, compassion, and support I experienced as the mother of a janegirl, I scribbled my thoughts on the back of a United luncheon napkin. Once home, I refined my ideas and sent the article to a number of publications. It hit a nerve. The essay, My Son, the Cross Dresser, won a number of awards and launched my writing career. I have since been published in a variety of magazines (both on-line and off), completed my MFA in Prose at Mills College, and am now working on my first novel about a woman who wonders how she can be a mother, a wife and still a feminist.
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