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I am so excited for my friend Heather Chavez @iamhrchavez who just released her debut novel, No Bad Deed. Tonight she spoke at @copperfieldsbooks to a packed room about her book and her life as an author, and let me tell you, Heather is living proof dreams come true. She inspired us all! Look for her book in bookstores, and soon on the bestsellers lists, I’m sure. After her talk, I stood in a very long line to get her autograph and a photo. Then I perused the bookshop so I could visit my book. Hello 👋 Numbered, my sweet friend.
My forever Valentine. ❤️
The other day, I was so grateful to see the sun I wrote this poem: After a ten year winter, the sun showed his face. Not in the muted crystal greys of icy air, the collar up shivers and hurried steps, or the muddy browns of leaf carcasses that lie dormant on the decaying lawn. No, it happened like a first kiss, the breath of the breeze caressing the warm embrace of rays working to thaw out my darkened heart. The sun appeared like wagging dog tails and flirty spring dresses, like cherry blossoms pirouetting across my neighbor’s fence, like bare feet and painted toes, and ice cold sweet tea. He showed his face like a long missed lover, someone familiar and cherished and gone for so long I’d almost forgotten the sound of my name crossing his lips, the breathy vowels and long esses wrapped inside a knowing smile that shone when winter ended and the sun showed his face.
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