Nine novels. Six years. While I was working full-time and running two businesses. People hear that and assume I quit my job, or I've got no kids, or I'm some kind of writing savant. None of that's true.

Today marks ten years since I lost my mom, Beverly. It’s strange how a decade can feel both like a lifetime and like no time at all. I still remember the weight of her hand in mine during those final days

This is going to be a different post, mostly acknowledging others rather than anything else. And because I haven't really spent time lately thinking about who helps who, and about the importance of recognising

Based on previous photos from this batch, these appear to feature Mackinaw Island in Michigan and are probably from the late 1960s.