Last week I received a phone call from a columnist at a big BIG national newspaper. She inquired of my availability to be interviewed for a piece she’s writing for Mother’s Day. Available? I’ll say! We chatted like old friends…always the sign of a great interviewer.

She asked about a photograph of me in my creative space. Seated on my exercise ball, phone to ear, I looked around the room. Chaos. Everywhere. A monumental mess I’d attempted to organize many times and always given up. But at that moment, I was galvenized by a rush of optimism and enthusastically agreed to provide a picture.