And so, I’m writing this from my new kitchen table, which really isn’t that different from my old writing space. It’s a cul-de-sac, not the country. There’s six hours driving distance, but that’s about it. There’s my coffee cup, cereal bars, and some of the kid’s drawings. So, I seem to have just moved stuff from one place to the other. New beginnings take time. Before we moved, I had visions of writing in coffee shops, finding more wheelchair accessible…
