It’s no secret that I came to the writing life late. Looking back, it seems as if my childhood plans to be a writer were frequently thwarted . But on reflection it is more likely that I let all those other life events get in the way of my dreams.
As stay-at-home mother with a large family, I wrote occasionally. But my efforts were sporadic and undisciplined. Fortunately, the editor of a small Catholic magazine (The Majellan, which is still in publication forty years later) liked some of the articles and short stories I sent him. From time to time he invited me to write on a special theme. At $5 a piece, that magazine paid for dozens of cloth nappies for the latest baby. Sometimes it paid for a pair of shoes or a school excursion for one of the older kids.