I'm tucking Emma the Brave into bed when she asks, "Why do you have a writers' group, Mommy?"
The Birkenstocks, my every other Friday night writers' group are expected to arrive at any moment.
I sit down on the edge of her bed. "Because it's hard work to write something down the way you feel it inside. It takes lots of practice. It's a bit like school, I guess. I check that their writing makes sense and they check mine."
Emma pulls the covers up to her chin and nods. She understands completely.