Once upon a time there was a woman who had to admit she was no longer a girl. She was a mother. She had lived through one career and the death of both parents. Her life was filled with many joys, sorrows and laughs. It should have been enough, but it wasn’t, because, after years living at the mercy of her uncooperative and unhealthy body, she remembered she still had something left to give – stories. This woman – mother, wife, sister, teacher, and friend – almost forgot that, first and foremost, she was a writer.

Meet NV Rivera, this is her blog.