I live in jeans and T-shirts. Flannel when the chill sets in. Right now, I don't even own a dress. I have no patience for pretense. Like, none. I value honesty and loyalty most, probably because I want to see what is truly there. I just wish everybody would be real. I’m instinctively curious, which isn’t always a good thing, but it does mean I tend to notice what people say, what they don’t say, and the little things happening around the edges.

I live with the love of my life, Sam, and a crème buff cat who purrs while he’s trying to chew through electric cords. And yes, they can drive me crazy sometimes. I occasionally refer to my husband (lovingly) as BB — Biscuit Brain. You know, a bit dense sometimes, a little dry and crusty around the edges. Besides Sam and Watson Boy—meow, everything really is elementary,—I love moonlight, acorns, falling leaves, and all things Autumn. Let's not forget the pumpkin pie.

I always knew I would write a book one day. I’m beyond grateful that mine was one you chose to read. I’m so glad you joined me between the pages.

You’re always welcome here.