If we were sitting together, this is where I’d pour us a cup of something warm.
This is a place for the stories we live through and the ones that stay with us.
I come from a long line of storytellers. I’ve spent much of my life paying attention to the moments that slip past unnoticed—the ones shared around kitchen tables, in passing conversations, or long after the moment itself has ended.
Deception doesn’t begin with a lie. It begins with our need to believe.
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A true account of control, courage, and the cost of walking away.
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A quiet story about how quickly childhood passes.
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Pull up a chair. These are the stories that keep finding their way back to me.
Remembering
Lately, I’ve found myself thinking about my first husband, Martin.
Ken has been halfway across the world for several weeks for work, and I’ve been on the road visiting kids and grandkids, spending more time alone than usual. I’ve also been working on my fourth book—remembering old stories and sitting with moments I haven’t revisited in years.
And Martin has been there.
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