It’s been a few months since my husband passed away. I promised I’d be okay in his final days, and I will. But I’m not there yet.

When I feel myself slipping into the abyss, I stop and think how fortunate I was to have married the right man the first time, and how blessed we were to spend over four decades together.

After so many fits and starts, I need to get back to work.Slow Dancing requires only a final pass before it goes off the editor. I have difficulty focusing, but I can’t go back on my promise. So, I’m setting a few goals. Like posting a teaser for the book soon.

Spring in the Berkshires