In 2020, I released the first collection of
Window Over the Sink
columns. It was for my family, really, and to give my own ego a boost. (Any writer who says she doesn't need that now and then is lying, by the way.)
It was so much fun. Which is why I decided to open the
Window Over the Desk
. My view out this particular window is a favorite-even today, when I'm drying...things...on the clothesline. Also today, the hay bales in the field that have given me pleasure for several weeks have been gathered and stored for the long winter. I hope the essays in this book give you some pleasant reading time over that winter. I hope they make you remember things, laugh sometimes, and refill your cup and sit down and read "just one more." As I mention way more often than is necessary, I'm kind of old. The years have dimmed some reflections through the window, brightened others, and changed a whole bunch of them. What a trip it's been. Thanks-again-for joining me on the journey.