Something about long, warm summer days invites me to write. I am imagining and writing about my main character, Stella, in her life with new hubby, Jonas. In fact, I often wonder what Stella would think about things that I see in my world. I think she would be heart-broken about this week in Orlando. I am not skilled enough as a writer to attempt to express the emotions that have run through my own mind this week, except that they cut deeply and will not be forgotten soon, much less assign feelings to Stella. I know in my heart (and maybe Stella knows it, too) that love is the answer.
