Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Author House


My husband stops by the library to pick up our holds on his way home from work.

A book about the brain, a Christmas novel, a book about Audrey Hepburn. Two Christmas movies, three books our kids requested.

"So you're Sara's other half! We were just talking about her. We didn't realize you bought Susan's house. She used to come in all the time. You know she was writing a book, too? That little house is an author house."

An author house.

I like that.

She never got to finish her book. Today I sit at my desk, mug filled up with my favorite herbal tea, and think of her while I write.


I think often about her. I do believe she really is happy that we're the ones making her house our home. That we're the ones who moved into this author house.

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