It’s one event in a string of events–probable, yet seemingly impossible. Am I better than I thought or simply lucky? Blessed beyond measure? Sure, but I’m no better than anyone else. It must be dumb luck. If that’s all this is, I’ll take it and relish every second.

This particular event started on a Monday morning. I was unpacking boxes–the hubs and I bought a house and spent the weekend moving and cleaning. I was very close to pulling my hair out, trying to simultaneously teach online home school without proper internet access. I was frazzled. Utterly exhausted, running on about four hours sleep over the past two days.

Then, came The Call. The Cold Call.

It was a woman. I remember, she said her name was Elizabeth. I don’t remember what I said to her when she told me how much she liked my book,  Between Octobers. I think I was having a…