The End of the Story (and the Beginning of All the Others)

We have come, at last, to the conclusion of the tale “How I Became R. A. Nelson”.

Last week’s post left you on a bit of a cliffhanger (sorry-not-sorry), with yours truly in the throes of that agony inimitable to “waiting”. Hours after writing that poem, “The Dark Before Dawn”, I had a turning-point conversation with my husband that went something like this:

Him: What if we just . . . went for it? Found a place, packed up, and moved – no job, no connections? How would you feel about t...