I've always loved to write. I've never made a dime doing it.
I remember getting my first by-line at age 13 in the CYO camp newspaper. Thirty-two years later, I received my first paycheck for writing. Admittedly, I think the enterprising kid across the street made more with his lemonade stand, but who's counting?
Click here to read about our experience with secondary infertility and the unexpected path that led to the family we are today.