Once upon a time I went to a very good school, with a very good nursing program, and had the most lovely young French Princess come live with me to take care of my beautiful children.
Once upon a time all the birthing centers in New York shut down and the midwives all moved away (or became lawyers).
Once upon a time, the lovely young French Princess returned to her garret in Paris. But before she left she cast a spell over my family to ensure they would love her always.
Once upon a time I remembered I was a writer and translated medical-ese into regular-person-speak.
Once upon a time, in a place that seems far, far away, fiction began to pour out.
Once upon a time I apologized to my knight in shining armor for wasting our money learning how to tend to the sick, when what I had really wanted was to catch babies. I don’t like tending to the sick.
Every year the lovely young French Princess would return to my castle to check on her spell and spread joy throughout the land and once upon a time she brought a handsome young Prince with her.
Once upon a time the handsome young Prince and the lovely young French Princess sent missives out, over mountains and crossing seas, asking everyone in the kingdom, both near and far, to join the festivities when they became married.
Once upon a time I got on a plane with my knight in shining armor, leaving the beautiful children with their relatives, and went on a quest to find the perfect Café in Paris, the best glass of wine in Dordogne, and watch the lovely young French Princess walk down the aisle with her handsome young Prince.
And we all lived happily ever after.