Stemming (no pun intended) from a sunlit garden in the morning. Again, your writing is like a warm blanket placed over your lap. Your book, like your blogs, requires a cup of tea, a glass of chardonnay, or a margarita, depending on the time of day, to accompany the thoughts. Moments of pleasure, in an otherwise chaotic and busy world.
You have captured universal feelings among women.
I will be a better and more productive person for reading your book. Today I will begin to dig. Deeper.