When I was twenty-seven, the unthinkable happened: I had a stroke. 

     I found myself (for the most part) physically intact with a slight stutter and mild word-finding difficulty. 

At the time, I was a workaholic who was unsatisfied in my career, so I took stock in my life and began to do what I loved: write.

     This blog chronicles my attempt to balance editing and submitting my manuscript for publication with a career in nursing and time with my small family.