There’s a character in my new book. She’s wild, impetuous, the kind of woman everyone takes notice of when she walks into a room, a woman who leaves a trail of heartbreak and destruction wherever she goes. Her name? Sandy.
Yesterday, the real Sandy tried to sock my city in the eye. She blew out the lights, ripped down some trees, and shut down the schools, but spared us the worst of her wrath. My kids will remember the day as one on which we played Monopoly, lit the beeswax candles we bought this summer, and wore pajamas all afternoon. I know others weren’t so fortunate, and my thoughts are with them. Take care, my friends. Wherever you are, I hope you are safe.