My husband found me like this one day: huddled under a quilt in 70 degree weather with our super mean rescue dog on my lap, band-aids over each eyebrow because I pick at them absentmindedly which has left large bald spots in the middle of each one, and an empty coffee cup. Writing.

He says I’m turning into a children’s book author version of a mad scientist. I hope he's right.

So, no books yet, but they're brewing...mwah ha ha!