Was it me? Did I leave a backhoe on the tracks?

--This is our new catchphrase, moms, for when we can't remember if we sent in that permission slip or what time the conference call is or what it was we were supposed to remind our husband about at dinner.

"Your good brain is never coming back."
PREACH, Eleanor.

Bibliotherapy. If you need me, I'll be in Three Pines.

Here, indeed, was a formidable sentence---one that was on intimate terms with the comma, and that held the period in healthy disregard.

(a sentence for editors 😊)

Morning walk with the readers of Broken Wheel. That's why I was laughing.

It's book on the porch o'clock.

Need a distraction? Travel to Shanghai in the 1930s in this story that asks, Have you missed your one chance at true love? This is quite the soap opera with spots of humor.

Armand went to the bookstore first. There he found Ruth, Myrna and Clara and invited them over to his place. He was vague and they were curious. It was a perfect fit.

Finished it on my Texas porch this evening.