It’s March. It’s winter for much of the world. Snow slathers the streets and sidewalks. Folks bundle up in warm jackets, hats, mitts, and scarves. Temperatures are freezing.
Me? I’m writing in my courtyard, enjoying the warmth of the sun under the bluest of skies. I’m taking advantage of every single second of my heaven in my desert until…in a few months it will seem like h---.
The thermometer will hover between 113˚ and 120˚ in my desert and then I will write in my air conditioned office, while still enjoying my beautiful desert.
See you soon.
Donna - author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver’s Tale
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I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.