When my youngest entered Kindergarten, I had time to take a breath and do something for me. I began to write. I would drink a cup of tea or coffee and observe the people inside the coffee houses. T...view moreWhen my youngest entered Kindergarten, I had time to take a breath and do something for me. I began to write. I would drink a cup of tea or coffee and observe the people inside the coffee houses. They were all so very interesting - even the seemingly dull ones had a mysteriousness to them that I could uncover if I watched long enough. Even though we remained strangers, they were the ones who sparked my imagination for the characters. Sometimes, I would hear a song play, and it would spotlight the story's arc for me. The hikes in the parks would open up the details and expand on the bigger meanings. It has been a glorious journey on so many levels!view less