We’re almost done with 2020 and thanks to having a lot more time on my hands this year, I've not only finished writing my first full-length novel, I’ve also had the opportunity to read some great books.

A million years ago, when I was in grade school, I attempted to create a fan-based newsletter.

Am I the only one sleeping with one eye open all this time just waiting for something worse to happen?

Am I the only one who feels they may have failed a bit during this isolation situation?

In 2015, several weeks after we lost our dear boy, Buster, my hubby and I went on a trip to Marco Island. We needed to get away, grieve, and decompress from the great loss of our lives.

The world is currently in the middle of a global pandemic and we’re under a stay at home order from the government to “socially distance” ourselves from others.

So…

I started writing this with the intent of sharing my reluctance toward entering a new decade of life. Never did I think I’d celebrate turning 50 during a global pandemic. But 50, itself, just seemed like an impossibility.

Last March…jeez, that long ago?…

We’re about to close out 2019 and wow, it’s been a year! I had to pull out my calendar and remind myself just how much I had experienced, how much had changed, and what stayed the same. Here’s the skinny…

It’s November, and that means NaNoWriMo.

In the fall of 2009, I received a call from a former coworker while I was in Italy.

Here we sit, mid-September already.