The Coast Road Home

Three years ago, it was a beautiful March Saturday in New Glarus, Wisconsin. The sun was out. The day, a crisp cool prelude to spring. Divorced mom Marley Lennox wanted nothing more than to spend time with her two kids at the family farm, a peaceful setting outside of town. They’d all been looking forward to helping tend to the newborn calf and spending a quiet weekend in the countryside.

But then the shooter showed up, armed to the teeth and ready to kill. The massacre lasted less than ten minutes, but the damage had been done. Marley’s entire family had been wiped out, gone forever.

Shaken, and suffering from survivor’s guilt, Marley’s life is spiraling downward. After three years of trying to leave the past behind, she realizes she needs to get out of Wisconsin and start over, otherwise she’ll go mad. But where does she go? She decides she needs an adventure, a road trip to get her head on straight and give her time to think about her next step.

When a car accident lands her in Pelican Pointe, she’s forced to stay until she’s healed. But after meeting her doctor, Gideon Nighthawk, things start happening fast, feelings  surface that she never expected to feel again, feelings she thought were gone for good. But is she really ready to start her life over? Or will she forever live in the shadow of  guilt?  Will Gideon be enough to help her turn her life around? Or will she always feel trapped in a never-ending circle filled with grief and anger?

you’re still in my head

Four years.

It’s been four years since I lost my good friend Rob McKay.

I still think about him.

Funny. Serious sometimes.

Music lover. Kate Bush fan. Writer.

I’m glad I had the chance to know Rob.

Rob made me laugh.

Rob McKayRobert Scott McKay

May 10, 1952 – March 30, 2014

 

#IWD2018: sisterhood and book clubs

Book ClubWomen started book clubs. They probably held their first American meeting right after landing at Plymouth Rock. Wherever women could gather they studied their Bibles and talked about sin and sermons. Or maybe they swooned over Shakespeare’s sonnets. And how much tea did they have to sip while picking apart Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales? Those Bible study / reading circles morphed into today’s book-loving meetups. While Oprah didn’t exactly start the trend, she certainly perfected it. For reading nerds like myself, what better way for a book lover to share the best book they’ve read since Christmas than meeting up over appetizers and drinks and bonding with other women. Whether it’s a good old-fashioned whodunit or savvy, saucy chick-lit, or self-help to get you through your latest breakup, we seek out other book lovers because they recommend stuff we’ve missed, stuff we haven’t read before, stuff we might not even dare to read  I’ve found the best way to stay connected with those you respect is through the love of reading. Book clubs come in all sizes and shapes. Don’t want to leave the house? No problem. Join online. Join a Facebook group. Don’t want to go alone? Join one for mothers and daughters. Think about it. What could be more powerful than instilling a love of books for the next generation? On this #International Women’s Day celebrate sisterhood. Women. Books. Wine. Food. Power in the written word and friendship.