Mom goes out without me all the time, which is sort of okay. I don’t want to go out anywhere, but I don’t want MOM to go out anywhere, either. But, whether I like it or not, she goes out. The other day, she took Granny to a doctor and, when she got out of the car, she saw a miniature Schnauzer.
I was there when Sara first started working on this book. I heard chunks of it as they were written. I had the pleasure of listening to her talk through story problems, and the pleasure of watching her solve the problems and tackle some pretty hairy rewrites.
Storm parties started when next-door grandson was wee, and we didn’t want to scare him. So we didn’t say we were sheltering from a deadly natural disaster, we said we were having a storm party.
