Time, that sneaky old thing, has played a trick on me. I thought I had lots of it, but the clock seems to be ticking faster and faster now. When I look in the mirror, I see wrinkles and chin whiskers, not the subtle, young dreamer I once was.
You know, the one who loved to snatch up a giggling child and whirl around the room to an upbeat song, or sit on the front porch with a toddler in my lap while we watched bats swoop and dive out from under the eaves of the old brick house next door.
"Stop procrastinating," Time said. “ You’re old. The kids have grown, your husband has passed, no more gardening or dancing through the living room. Get busy and share your work." So, Dear Readers, Shadow Man is the first of what I hope to be many CWeed books you will soon be able to read and enjoy.
Time, that sneaky old thing, has played a trick on me. I thought I had lots of it, but the clock seems to be ticking faster and faster now. When I look in the mirror, I see wrinkles and chin whiskers, not the subtle, young dreamer I once was.
You know, the one who loved to snatch up a giggling child and whirl around the room to an upbeat song, or sit on the front porch with a toddler in my lap while we watched bats swoop and dive out from...
