Have you ever procrastinated on a project for reasons youdon't fully understand at the time? That is the case with the publicationof Pandemic Baby - Letters to My Grandson Before He Could Read. Ifthe finished book is released by March 2025, and I hope it will be, it willhave taken five years to complete. 

Through the slow process of eight deep revisions, the storymorphed from a simple, often humorous, and always loving memoir about becominga grandmother during the COVID pandemic to a statement on the condition of theworld my grandson was born into during the first Trump presidency. Now Trumphas been re-elected.

Pandemic Baby takesus back to a time we may want to forget but never should. I do not want arepeat of the pandemic years or of the first Trump term. That is not the world I want my grandson or his generation to grow upin, to inherit as young adults. We cannot allow ourselves the luxury of denial oroversimplification, of ignoring the hardships we endured, of convincing ourselvesthat it's over. It's not. 

This memoir began as my mode of coping. Four years later, Istill write letters to Jack, letters he may never read, but writing stillhelped me find my center as we dealt with another turbulent election and now face another period of extreme discord. Perhaps that explains my procrastination,perhaps my fear of what lies ahead has slowed down my willingness to releasethis book. But we can't let fear stop us, can we?

I do not have a release date, but I do have a cover!Perhaps you remember this image from a prior post.