TJ Wilde Trilogy · Duxbridge Mysteries · Jennifer McCaffrey Mysteries
I haven’t even begun to download my photos yet – or unpack the memories of this amazing trip. So I’m stealing this photo from my traveling companion as a placeholder. I have tons of ideas for the book and I’ll write a blog post on our adventures as soon as I finish laundry, snuggle with the critters and a get caught up on work. Definitely left a little of my 
in Cuba. Stay tuned…
When the world becomes too much, and thoughts are muddled, time alone is a necessity. Significant perspective and peace can be gained by hanging out with the dead.
They understand the value of silence.
I was walking along the beach when I looked up to see an old love running toward me.
I was jolted. I looked into his eyes, unbelieving.
He nodded a smile without any recognition.
I was not surprised.
Decades of life and thousands of miles separated us.
And while he was precisely where I thought he would be, I was two thousand miles from anywhere he expected me to be.
So I walked on as he ran on.
There is something about a winter sky.
The incredible beauty.
The pause.
The anticipation.
All things seem possible.
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Magical things happen to me. And often friends are around to witness it. Take my latest trip to the mountains for a Holiday Festival. Small town. Lots of people. No parking. None. We drove around twice, when I stopped for Saint Nicholas to cross the street – no really, Saint Nicholas, complete with vestments, miter and crozier. He strode across the street, and when he came to the front of my car, he turned to us and blessed us with his staff.
I thought it was a sweet gesture, until I drove through the crosswalk and down the hill, only to find a parking space just waiting for us. And not just any spot, it was on the street that began the festival. My friend and I joked that clearly St. Nick blessed us with good parking.
We enjoyed tasty food, carol singers, Victorian costumed actors walking about town and roaring fire as we walked the small town square. I didn’t give St. Nick another thought.
Until I had dropped my friend off and was driving home. It was then I realized that although we saw many costumed actors, we never saw Saint Nicholas again.
My friend’s response, “Of course we didn’t see him. He was another one of your angels who just popped in to remind you. You knew that.” I guess I did.
Annie DeMoranville 