It's hard to believe February is half gone already. I so look forward to the coming of spring when the whole world comes back to life after the winter slumber. I thank February for giving us a little taste of what's to come with unseasonably warm days here and there. I thank February for the welcome birdsong outside the window as their voices also yearn for spring. I thank February for Valentine's Day when we are reminded to love each other every day and not just on the 14th.
I just finished writing my fourth novel. It's about a middle aged widow named Gladys. The book is meant to make you laugh, to take you away from the mundane tasks of day to day and just relax for a few hours. Gladys is a little piece of all the women I have encountered in my life rolled up into one fiesty ball. I sent my daughter my first 10,000 words and her response was that she found Gladys to be so real, someone she would know. This, as a writer, was praise of the hi