I have a tendency to dig holes inside myself, burrow in and kick down until the light overhead taps out. Sometimes the dark feels necessary but other times I can't find my way back out. Writing pulls me out of that rabbit hole, tethers me to the moment. These words are that tenuous lifeline I often struggle to grasp.
Jennifer lives in a 100-year-old farmhouse with her husband, two daughters and a ghost or two. When she is not writing, you can find her sewing, traveling, gardening or eating copious amount of pancakes with her family.