Last night I read A Broom of One’s Own by Nancy Peacock in one sitting. I almost never do this – mainly because I still have six children and one very rambunctious puppy at home.

But this book resonated with the me as I believe it will with many other authors, published and unpublished. In it you can feel the hope and frustrations of Nancy’s spirit as she struggles to live in the real world while she also struggles with her literary worlds.

The essays are so matter of fact and yet so meditative. I love the way that Nancy was able to bring me along with her as she cleans, muses, fumes.

Although I know that Nancy would approve hardily of the fact that I found her book while browsing the shelves of my small local library, I fully intend to buy a copy of this book as soon as I can so that I can drag out my yellow crayon and favorite black pen and put sticky note book marks all the way through it.