When my kids were little, I read an article about a “location-independent” writer, cut it out, and taped it near my desk. It stayed there for years until it literally fell off because the tape dried up.
Since then, I’ve dreamed of someday traveling the world while writing. I thought it would only be a fantasy because my husband wasn’t interested in such a life. But that changed when we decided to get a divorce.
I’m about to take my first step toward making that dream a reality: traveling to Portugal at the end of September because I’ve been accepted as an artist in residence there for two months. But at 57, I worry that I waited too long. And leaving my daughter behind is harder than I could’ve imagined.
My daughter and I moved to the New York City area together
My younger daughter always dreamed about a theater career in New York City and swore that was …