“I have heard of people's lives being changed by a dramatic or traumatic event—a death, a divorce, a winning lottery ticket, a failed exam. I never heard of anybody's life but ours being changed by a dinner party.”

Reentry is Brutal with a big fat capital B. Our annual beach trip is in the books and I'm left feeling like I do when I finish a great read: wanting more. Clearly we were all play and no work (nary a post was produced) and for that we apologize. Work rules our worlds these days so forgive us for ditching our to-do's at the Southern California border. It was lovely, I'm not gonna lie.

This blog is solace for us though, as are you. A much softer place to land than those pesky day jobs of ours. Thanks for sticking with us, dear readers. To make it up to you, we're throwing it back this September to one of my all-time favorites: Crossing to Safety.  I've read it at least three times, maybe four. It's one of the books that made me want to be a writer. The narrator of the story asks, "How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these?" Beautifully, that's how.

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