Letters Books Paradise Author Events Readers Photos Reviews Press Home   Wow. I just pulled into my home port for like five seconds so I can do a load of wash and then keep prancing around the country to talk about The Sunday List of Dreams and what fun I am having. The first part of my tour was grand and busy and as always the best part is meeting the women who read my novels and who share their own stories with me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Your openness, sincerity, boldness, warmth -- everything you bring to my events makes every single one of them feel like Christmas morning over and over again and this is why I love to go on tour. I so love to hear what happens to you when you finish reading a novel and the connections and changes the stories I write help bring into your life. But know this -- you are the ones who really make things happen. I may help kick start something in your world with my novels but the real change comes when you take a step forward. Just like Connie in Sunday List -- know also that I want you so much to start living your own dreams and when you feel so inclined to start sharing them with me. When I get back from round two of the tour I am going to be posting some new dreams -- dreams that come to me from women all over the country. For those of you who cannot get to an event, I want you to know something that I am sharing with those who do see me. I have this notion that when you share a dream in a place and with people who you trust and who will cherish what they hear -- well, it gives an extra lift to the dreams. So if you want some help to get your dreams going just throw them my way and watch what happens. Traveling can be exhausting, but I find that my conversations and chance encounters and yes, no snowstorms or tornadoes to fly over, help make all the stuff in between events more than bearable -- and my publicist promises me that I will never ever have to get up at 4 a.m. two days in a row to catch a plane. When I have a moment, while I am waiting for a ride, I have been working on my sixth novel and preparing for some edits on Searching for Paradise in Parker, P.A., which will be released next January. Believe me when I say there isn't much time for anything else. My son, Andrew, is back in college and keeping up with his homework as he worries about getting in some ice fishing, which is an insane sport that he loves more than just about everything. This past weekend was the Twirp -- girl ask the boy dance -- at my daughter's high school and I had a very spirited discussion with her at the Portland, Oregon airport about why she would not be going to the all-night party after the dance. I was waiting up for her when she got home that night and yes -- she made curfew and looked lovely in her red dress and red, very high, heels. She's also deep into rehearsals for A Chorus Line and she had her hair dyed blonde this week for her part in that play. Hot mama. My parents made it down to sunny Florida for a few weeks with the help of my brother Randy, who drove them. They have not missed a happy hour since they arrived and are having a good time thawing out for a few weeks. My father has a hard time getting around these days but he sounds happy as hell to be sitting in the sun and gabbing it up with the other veterans. Madonna, my business manager and partner, is managing to hold the house and several lives together when I am on tour and for that she deserves more than one free beer. Okay -- the wash machine just buzzed so I need to go repack everything I just took out of my suitcase. I hope to see you around the next bend and I hope you are dreaming big. Always dreaming myself……
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