Sitting at my kitchen table, writing The Gift of an Ordinary Day, I didn’t think much about people actually reading it. (In fact, in order to get it finished, I pretty much had to pretend that no one ever would.) But then, of course, my book came out and, lo and behold, readers began writing to me. And that’s when I realized I wasn’t alone after all, that other parents have felt what I’ve been feeling, have asked the same questions, struggled to find the answers, and are still – like me – trying to figure out what it really means to live and love well.
I love hearing from you. If you write to me, I’ll write you back. Promise.
Have a book club? I’m available for Skype or iChat and would be happy to meet your group.