Writing what I live and see
The other day, I was standing at my author booth when a small moment unfolded that felt ordinary at first—until it wasn’t.A woman I’ve known for years stopped to chat. We met a long time ago, back when she lived in the area, and then life did what it does: she moved away, seasons changed, and our paths didn’t cross for a while. Seeing her again felt like opening a familiar book t...