It’s winter here in Atlanta and the mere mention of the remotest possibility of SNOW! throws everyone into a tizzy of preparation. People stock up on gas, bottled water, milk, bread, firewood—anything they can’t live without for the ten minutes it snows.

And we don’t venture farther from home than our daily commute forces us to. (Fortunately in my case we’re talking down one flight of stairs! Unless I’m working on my laptop in which case I don’t have to move at all!)

The first snowflake sighting can cause traffic—never a laughing matter here—to come to a complete standstill. Or prohibit us from leaving our homes.

Imagine the turmoil this week when snow arrived TWICE!! And actually stuck! Unfortunately for my sons, the most significant snowfall happened on a Saturday, which failed to get them out of even one hour of school and was therefore of almost no benefit at all.

In our household this is the quiet before the baseball storm. I’m not yet freezing my buns off at the baseball park wearing outgrown UnderArmour and telling anyone who’ll listen that baseball is NOT supposed to be a winter sport.

While you’re here I hope you’ll take a little time to ‘put your feet up and set a spell.’ And feel free to read the excerpts from 7 Days and 7 Nights, Leave It to Cleavage, Hostile Makeover and Single in Suburbia. They’re all stories about women who face adversity and discover just what they’re made of—a theme I’m drawn to writing over and over again. I hope you enjoy them.

Again, thanks so much for stopping by.