I sat in an office yesterday and said goodbye to a woman who hard arguably saved my life, a social worker/therapist who took a falling human and helped him get his feet on the ground. Another October, another book tour, I told her. She said I didn’t really know how to say goodbye, and it was important that I not simply disappear. I said I wouldn’t. There was a lot of emotion in the room, but neither of us could really talk about it. I remembered his broken and terrified I was when I first came there. I told her I knew now why I had come to the farm. Maria. She nodded.

We agreed that the hard thing about having something you love is that you are afraid of losing it, leaving it behind. I know I am getting older, and I do think about that, but I also have learned to live one day at a day. This day is very good, and tomorrow is pretty promising as well. I am eager to get on the road to fight for my book “Rose In A Storm” as books need fighting for these days, they don’t just roll out to glory. I am happy to take that on. Maria and I will be bringing Izzy and some family farm notecards to sell to benefit family farmers, hard hit by many things.

Two years ago, when I went on book tour, I nearly broken down in several places around the country. I hope I never showed it, but I am in a very different place now. Happy, feeling strong and eager to get on with the next book. “Rose In A Storm” marks a big turning point for me in many ways. I guess I know something about storms.