Thirty years ago today, it was the warmest day recorded in the winter season ever. The sun beamed, there was no crime, and a unicorn was spotted walking through the baby-having halls of St. Joseph's hospital in Ypsilanti, Mi. It was a wonderous day, also known as the day I was born.

This morning I thought about how incredibly blessed I am. I've been married for almost ten years, I have two children, 7 & 6, and we're all healthy and love each other. That's what's really important.

I've said it before, but it's never been more true: I'm just happy to be alive.

This isn't a very long post like I thought it'd be. Maybe it's the amount of work I've been doing on my current book and my brain is like "Please, no. I can't!", or maybe it's the fact that I keep getting interrupted while writing this because my kid has a stomach virus.  Which reminds me, I wrote In Which I Leave You Hanging on a STD last month and was supposed to write part 2.

really left you hanging. Okay, I'll have to get to that.


Also, I said the new short story would be out by the end of the week... last week. I'm late and I'm sorry. I passed it on to be proofread, so that's where it is right now.

The story is called The Invisible Night. Here's a description:

Donna is a thirty-something divorcee stuck under a constant gray cloud. She lost a lot in the separation, but when Milly gives her the gift of invisibility for one night, Donna gets more than her necklace back. 


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