A quiet moment in the predawn darkness with my tree before the bedlam, gathering, cooking, et cetera. Three years, Dad. I miss you.

There are days you remember not because of any big event but because they held a sustained period of quiet joy. I had one of those yesterday. Baking with my returned college kids, listening to Christmas music, covered in flour.

This is my puppy (at nine years old) Indy.

About me: I write YA romance AND legal thrillers. I tell myself this because I was once a teen and am now a lawyer. My books: