I am so happy to be back working on a book. I just finished the grieving book a few weeks ago, but I don’t feel alive if I am not working on a book, and I have plunged into the Frieda story with a vengeance. I’ve talked to the nice people at the Queensbury ASPCA shelter in the Adirondacks where she was brought and lived for eight months until Maria adopted her. They remember her well there, they called her “ACC” because she was captured on the grounds of the Adirondack Community Community where she ran wild for some time, possibly as long as a year.

I’ve also heard from a woman in South Glens Falls who says she recognized Frieda from the blog and has an amazing story to tell about her – she says thinks it may have been the dog her husband abandoned out in the woods shortly before he died. She has some other powerful stories about Frieda – pretty powerful stuff – but I want to know more before I discuss or describe them. I’m going to the shelter next week to hear the stories about Frieda, hopefully to track down the animal control officer who finally got her into the shelter, and begin retracing her life. This is a love story all around, and we are thinking of calling the book “Frieda: A Love Story.” On top of everything else, Frieda brought me Maria, helped me find love again, and both of these women changed my life. I’m very excited about the book. How lucky I am to get to write this happy story. And even luckier to live it.