Writer for Life

I was in a car accident in high school that showed me that life isn’t always easy. 

I’ve always loved to write, but never expected I’d be a published author.  After the accident I journaled to help me through some tough times. 

I continued writing even after my recovery. College in Boston meant a whole LOT of writing (while pursuing my Special Ed degree) and the college experience completely took me out of my bubble (giving me loads of new things to journal about) and set me on my path. 

I finished up my Masters degree and had had one too many April 1st snowstorms. I got excited about wearing shorts again, and packed up and moved to sunny San Diego. 

17 years later, I’m still here and I still love it. 

I taught, got married, got pregnant, bought a minivan, had twins and a third girl, lived in the city then fled the city, started a non-profit, had three dogs - all while writing the whole time. 

Oh, and let’s not overlook the biggest accomplishment…

Survived (so far) a year of quarantine/Covid time with my entire family of 5 here all. the. time.

 (Pat on the back)…Thank you, Thank you!

I’m finding my way, learning as I go (so many things!) and am excited to have you on the journey with me. 

So how/why did I become an author? 

It all goes back to that day in the van when my youngest was in school, and I was alone for the first time in 5 years.

I assumed that I would be sad, but that I’d be able to see her off happily because I would now have some time to do things I haven’t been able to do for a long time. 

Dishes, laundry, hang with friends… anything. #momlife

But, to my dismay, I became a blubbering mess (similar to when I dropped my twins off for their first day three years prior) slowly walking back to my mommy minivan crying like a baby. 

Turns out the van was my calm space where my thoughts poured out. 

I sat in my car and wrote on a napkin I pulled from the glove compartment, with tears falling on my ink like huge raindrops. 

There I was, facing life alone for the first time in 5 years, and it was SO SAD.

Those napkin thoughts are what eventually become ‘To Show You That I Love You’, but the journey wasn’t a straight line. 

Thanks,

Kerry Spark