Mostly True.

I try to make the bed first thing in the morning.
The rest?
True dat.

Is Today Tomorrow?

The four year old got out of bed this morning, all warm and rosy cheeked, damp thumb and blanket  still tucked close. "Mom, is today tomorrow?"

And then just now fourteen hours later, same little Miss, thrusts open her bedroom door in the darkness shy of midnight. I turn and she's running down the hall to me, sobbing, frantic and confused.

"I had a really bad dream," she's in my arms. "I went in a rocket ship but you were at the bottom and I was never going to see you again."

I'm here. I'm staying with you, my loves. Today, tomorrow, 
forever and ever and ever.

Today is almost yesterday.

I'm a Sailor Seeking a Yacht to Race the Mack

I did this today.  All in the name of research, kids. If this book truly has some chance at being a "really big thing" I better be sure I've got these sailing/race scenes tight.

My husband and mother promptly sent texts that they love me (with subtle reminders about the risks.) 

I'm waiting for the phone to ring. Stay tuned.

(Learn more about the Race to Mackinac here. )