S P A C E

For months, I’d been thinking about writing a children’s book about Sasso. Thinking about it, but not acting on it.

This winter, while waiting at the hospital during Eliza’s surgery, I just... started. I don't know where the impetus came from. But I opened my notebook and started writing. And once I started, to my surprise, I kept going.

In the days that followed, I stayed home to take care of her while she recovered. Well, I did my best. I may have eaten more saltines than I gave her, but her meds only got mixed up once. Maybe twice. Anyways, with no stones to be laid, I kept writing.

When I went back to work, I kept it going.  Working in small chunks of time early in the morning before work or at night before bed made the project feel more manageable. I wasn’t overwhelmed at the notion of spending a full day in front of a blank screen. Working like this, I finished it. 

How many ideas wither before they can take root because we don’t leave enough space for them?


Sasso’s book crept up like a weed through a crack in the concrete. What’s waiting for space to bloom in your life?