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Max as Harry Potter on Halloween, New Orleans

This year, the book I'd worked on for fifteen years was published and my first grandson was born. Progress has never been a straight line for me. After my dad died when I was young, I stopped dreaming. I didn't do it on purpose but without him, it was all I could do to keep my head above water. I began dreaming again when I fell in love with my husband John in my twenties. I went on to have my daughter Kate late in life, sail on an amazing voyage, and write about it.


Dreams do come true. I am in my 70s working on my next book. My daughter and her husband brought my grandson Max to New Orleans for a visit last week (they moved away last summer). I signed a book to Max to read when he gets older. I hope his dreams come true, too.

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