I have three daughters and one husband, and deal with the stress these people tend to create through running (and thankfully it is endorphins to which I am addicted and not substances, illegal or otherwise, although wine and caffeine also figure prominently in my lifestyle.)
I have the rare distinction of being the youngest of nine children (also known as a mistake); and in answer to your inevitable next question, yes, we are all from the same parents.
I love to laugh, ski, read, run and eat when someone else cooks for me. And yes, I love to write. It connects me to the world in a different way; as though my fingertips have a mind all their own as I type.
Beauty is all around me, whether it is my daughters sweet breath or moss covered branches deep in the forest, and I continually wonder at my good fortune; well, most of the time. At other times I’m seized by the misfortune of my mediocrity. Whichever one of these personalities hits the ground running on a given day is anybody’s guess.