Have you ever wanted to be part of something, or a group, so bad you could feel it in your bones?
This feeling started for me long ago when I was not accepted to the high school show choir - long story of small town politics - and recently hit me when I wasn't accepted to a professional group for 'lack of published writing.'
If you have ever been around a toddler with a crayon, you are aware that creativity comes to us early in life. One line of purple crayon can create an entire story, or multiple stories in the case of Harold.
Goals - I talk a lot about them. The reason is I can still remember a time when I didn't have them. I struggled to get through the day to day. I couldn't see life beyond my current emotion or place in the universe.
I remember feeling hopeless, helpless, worthless, and all around 'less.'
This past Saturday, was the official book release and signing of Uncollapsible Cakes. I was astounded by all the smiling faces who came to see me, and those who purchased books. I am extremely grateful.
This past summer, I attended my grandfather's funeral. Funerals are hard enough as they are, but a few things about the event, beyond the sadness, really made me think about my own life. My mortality was put in check as I stood around a grave site with my grandmother, mother, and my own children.
by Jen Hegge Charmaine Houck is an editor by day, at Midwest Meetings, and a writer by night. She doesn’t stop there though; she helps out with Girl Scouts, teaches classes, volunteers, and co-founded Midwest Maidens Roller Derby to name a few. She is the mother of three children, adoring wife, and The Advocate of Adventure. Houck has recently published her first book, Uncollapsible Cakes, which is a ‘recimoir’, a recipe/book that tells stories from her past along with some of her favorite cake recipes throughout.