I needed somewhere
for it all to land.

A LITTLE ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I thought I was writing for myself. It turned out there was more to the story.

I suppose writing isn't entirely new to me. As a teenager, I filled notebooks with poetry—the usual teenage angst of a girl trying to figure out life.

Then came college, work, marriage, and life. The writing quietly disappeared.

Years later, when my husband Brian became ill and life grew overwhelming, I found myself writing again. Not poetry this time, but fragments often typed into my phone. Memories, frustrations, questions, and things I wasn't ready for.

Those notes became journals, and the journals became a simple draft I shared with my closest friends and a few people who had been closest to my husband. At first, I thought it might be something just for us to remember him. Then a few of them asked if I would be willing to let them share it with others they knew who had experienced a similar loss.

It was the responses from those people who didn't even know me or my late husband that inspired me to take this seriously. I didn't know I was writing a book. I was simply returning to a familiar way of making sense of things.

And somehow, those fragments became a memoir.

I've spent most of my professional life working with numbers. That may be part of why I'm fascinated by the things in life that can't be calculated or easily explained.

I love music, art, travel, being outdoors, good food, long conversations, and following the odd little threads that connect people and experiences in ways we don't always recognize until later.

I'm still figuring out what comes next.

I think that's part of the story too.