It’s summer…

Mornings: I write a book about two girls in a hotel in 1937.

Afternoons: My neighbors have an inflatable pool, and they’re friendly.

Evenings: I stay up later than I should. Often, with cold beer.

Things are good here, calm, and mostly not worth reporting.  The most important thing, the thing I’m deeply aware of this summer, is how lucky I am to have such fun kids.  And work that I love.

I’m not going anywhere, really. I’m not taking any real  vacations.  I’m not doing any big events.  I’m just  trying to keep the house a little bit clean, trying to eat more veggies.  Trying to stay present, as I reach into the past…

Hope you’re good!

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