Guess what just arrived at my house? My very own box of “author copies!” My daughter was so excited that she stacked them up on my desk and took this photo this afternoon. If you look carefully you’ll see a photo of my Dad behind the stacks of books — that photo always sits on my desk, where I write, right beside a photo of my children when they were young. My dad died from a complication from his chronic illnesses when I was growing up. He was also a journalist. So I guess I can’t help but think of how he might have smiled, if he’d had the chance to hold the books I write in his hands — or, even better, meet his grandchildren whose photos sit beside his. That’s why, I guess, I dedicated this book to him. This one’s for you, Dad!
