There’s a strange tension in being a mother with a writer’s heart. My days are full of small hands, spilled snacks, and the constant hum of responsibility — and yet, somewhere inside me, there’s a pull toward words, toward stories, toward the quiet place where my thoughts finally have room to breathe. I used to think I had to choose. Be a good mom or be a writer. Pour into my children or pour into my creativity. But the truth is, the two are tangled together in ways I never e