THREE WORDS. That’s all it took to cause my head to reel and knees to buckle. December 23, 2010. I answered my ringing phone and heard my surgeon’s voice on the other side . . .
My youth was full of animals—pets, strays, the injured, and the lost. We took them in and loved them all, but it a was goofy ferret that stole my heart and taught me the joy that comes from living life to the fullest. His name was Alfie, and he was a rascal—always looking for ways to liven things up!
Much to our dog and sat’s dismay, his favorite games were . . .
It’s easy to write. Right? Because in writing, you don’t have to talk, don’t have to look at anyone, don’t have to be in your head wondering what somebody is thinking about you while you’re talking to them. What a nightmare! I’d rather accidently walk upon a wild pride of lions on the savanna, like my character Hannah does.
So, now, I’m at the place where I push myself away from my computer and engage with the world, to tell you what my book is about.
Only thing is, I have a brain that . . .