I don’t have enough to do these days so I might as well write a book. It’s not enough to be a working grandma raising a grandson, a queen of a Red Hat Society chapter, a line dancer, a walker, a wannabe photographer, a not so sharpshooter, and a bunch of other insignificant stuff. These are only excuses to delay the book. What book? The one that I promised to write. Memoir or novel? Yet to be determined. The story in fiction would be reviewed as “unbelievable.” Stay tuned.

Here’s one of my favorite bookshelves – a clue as to where I might get my style.