One woman's quest to make something of herself. During nap time. Me: Mother, wife and writer watching forty climb the front steps like a peddler pushing time, and me with nowhere to hide. The writer part used to come first, the forty used to be thirty, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I'd try someday. Ah, growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six. I have written hundreds of...