I'm writing a book.

Wow!  I'm writing a book.  And I'm starting a blog.  

I never thought I would start a blog.  But I was driving yesterday, down 880 from Oakland to Saratoga, on my way to drop Nova off at my sister Judy's for the weekend.  I was thinking about the writing project I'd started last month, a book of sorts about this past year without George, and I felt like I wanted a more immediate outlet from which to share my process.  Creating a complete work about my life with George, and with Nova without George, is going to take some time.  For through it I am grieving, and sometimes only a few words get on the page before my tears call it a night.  But it's exactly the thing that will get me through this, forcing me to remember, inviting me to let go, showing me all the beauty and sadness and perfection that can exist in one moment.  

It's a little daunting to say "I'm writing a book" -- these words are filled with promise and expectation, and it makes me feel shy.  But I am, I'm writing a book.  And I don't know if anyone will ever read it.  But if you've found this site, and you continue to explore it, you'll find pieces of it here.  Entries from my journals over the past years through the present, letters and emails between me and George, letters to Nova, and the narrative that pulls it all together.  

I'm excited and a little surprised to be doing this, but it feels right.  I am now a writer.  This is for me, for George, for our little angel Nova, and for anyone who wants to learn about love, letting go, and grieving through.  Welcome.