It takes a couple days to fall back into the deep familiar of this old house.
It takes a minute to not be surprised when Lucca, the cat, follows me to the bathroom , because I may need him in the dodgy second floor neighborhood. Thugs and all. He’ll protect me, after his belly rub.
About three days to remember to step close to the bookcase so the floor won’t squeak so loud.
As soon as I’m acclimated to the quirky things particular to a 1933 house, time’s up and I’m repacking a bag for North again.
They know. The cats circle the bag and at least one sits on it, trying to hold me here.
My heart breaks off a large chunk to leave right there by my pillow so they can sit by me when I’m gone again.
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Former columnist for the Ft. Lauderdale Sun Sentinel covering metaphysics, she got to interview the likes of Brian Weiss, The Amazing Kreskin and Apollo 14 astronaut, Edgar Mitchell. Mimi’s love of words became obvious to her parent’s at age four during high mass as she stood on the pew seat to rally the congregation- “Hey! Let’s everybody sit down!” She’s been a tour guide out west and has *too many* years of tourism marketing consulting, designing promo collateral, commercial scripts for TV/Radio, freelance writing, resume and bio coaching and large event planning. A poet, artist, world traveler, mom of two phenomenal kids; in the wee hours she has three finished fiction manuscripts, a published book of erotica, and two blogs and is a self-confessed Pinterest addict. Owner of a fabulous destination wedding and event venue in northern Michigan and a board member of the Northport Chamber of Commerce and Leelanau UnCaged Music & Art Street Festival planning committee. Currently writing a non-fiction book of unusual blessings that her friend/agent is kicking her rear to finish. Member of RWA, MMRWA, CCWA and former CCWA Board. www.wordninjagirl.com
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