Last weekend, I was at a baby shower for my niece, Sara. In addition to being my niece, she's also my god-daughter and this is the first time I'll be a great-aunt. When she read the cover, it took her a second to connect the author name to me and I totally loved the expression on her face when she did. It was such a nice moment that I will cherish for a very long time...well, maybe until I get to read the book to her child. Now that will be something.
Spring has been a nasty mess of cold weather and storms here. Not nearly as bad as some of our neighbors to the south, but we haven't come out of it unscathed. A dumpster will arrive in our yard on Tuesday and they'll replace our roof for the third time in nearly as many years. A broken window and all our deck railings wait to be hauled away too.
Despite the destruction and my impatience with Mother Nature, I found some inspiration between the rain drops. I've begun writing a new rhyme about going barefoot. When I was a child, if there wasn't snow on the ground, we had no shoes on our feet. My mother didn't like us out barefoot breaking skim ice on mud puddles. And I remember many first days of school, struggling to keep my socks and shoes on, but that didn't stop us very often. The rhyme is still pretty rough in some spots, but I hope to make it behave this weekend. And maybe in the coming months I'll be able to tell you it'll be published.
I hope you have a great Memorial Day holiday weekend. Remember to thank a vet and pray for soldiers and their families.
Until the next time,