Katherine
Mahon
Holmes
writes

This morning felt lighter. The memoir, finally done. Off my hands, off my mind, and out in the world, no longer mine. Something written, worked on, and tweaked for the last six years—sometimes setting it aside for months when I couldn’t find the arc, and sometimes just tired of my own writing... Waking up at 4 am like always—when it’s still dark and peaceful. Quiet. Nothing had changed, really. The coffee was the same. The light of day hadn’t come in yet. The house held that