At some point I put my aspirations of being a writer on hold, maybe out of fear, maybe laziness, or maybe I simply let life’s curveballs dictate too much of my life. After more than a decade out of the game, I’m putting myself back in.

They say, write what you know and what I know is the constant struggle between wanting to be home with my kid and the reality that we don’t have the luxury of being a single-income home. Top that with a very present battle with social anxiety and your run-of- the-mill anxiety, and you basally have the premise of this project.