“Wouldn’t it just be easier?” ….{and a sneak peek at my next book!}

I’ve become reacquainted with 3am.

I’m writing to you in the middle of the night. The house is hemmed in dark and silence, but for the sound of the fabricated ocean waves reverberating from the noise maker in our boys’ room and the lights of the Christmas tree that, at this hour and to my crusted-over eyes, are especially bedazzling.

For the months before…