Notes from the Road: Carpe, Carpe

I’m often asked how I got started writing, and I always tell the story of my smart mother. It was almost 25 years ago, and I had two little kids and had just quit my full full-time job because I didn’t want to live like a lunatic, but was completely lost. If I wasn’t superwoman, having it all, then who was I? I didn’t have the patience to be a stay-at-home mom, but didn’t want to work the crazy hours my career demanded. “I don’t know what to do to make this work,” I told her. She asked, “If you had one year to live, what would you do?” I said, “Write a novel and spend more time with my children.” So I did.

The reason this is a Note from the Road is because after I told this story at a signing in La Jolla, CA, someone in the audience asked me if my mother was still alive and if so, how proud was she. I was happy to report that not only are both my parents alive, but they are well playing tennis and bridge, taking up golf and they are so, so thrilled with my newfound success. As soon as I got back to the hotel, I called my mom. Carpe. Carpe.