I think we all can agree that this year has been a whirlwind of a year. Now, no one wanted to claim 2021 to be “their year,” but let’s be honest – we were thinking it. I mean, anything had to be better than 2020, right? But here we are at the end of 2021, and, well….
The dark is all I saw through a winter that lasted for years until I finally left in the spring. And then, there was light.
I am well aware of how horrible diet culture and food restriction is. I also know how it is to feel absolutely out of control when you are steps away from a breakroom table overflowing with holiday treats, which you are trying to avoid because you can’t just eat one, you’ll eat the whole goddamn table.Â
I used to be more authentic with blogging. Back before I knew people didn’t share those things with the general public. But then the judgment came.
What if someone looked at the way I spend my life now, take a real fly-on-the-wall look at how I spend most of my time and energy? What would they say about my passions?Â
My latest book is done. And yet, I’m letting that manuscript collect dust in a corner of my office.
I’m sorry for my absence. I love writing here, but I don’t love rigid blogging schedules. I need to come up with something that falls between writing schedule and easy breezy. In the meantime, I have things to share!
Last weekend, my husband and I took a road trip to Joshua Tree as a weekend getaway and research for my next novel. Our trip to the desert included wind, rats, and big beautiful Joshua Trees, plus a few unexpected surprises….
Because February is the month of love, I decided to focus my blog’s attention on Sonny, the Scottish heartthrob of For the Birds who owns Cricket’s heart. And today’s blog entry is about the inspiration behind Sonny’s romantic side: my husband.
