by Crystal McQueen
For me, 2020 started just like any other year. Full of promise. Full of expectations, goals, and resolutions. Then, just when the weather started to warm up—boom! —enter the global pandemic.
Vacations were canceled, plans were postponed, and suddenly, I had more time on my hands than I knew what to do with. After all, I could only walk the same loop around our neighborhood so many times.
As I accustomed myself to the stark reality that my quarantine days would stretch far into the foreseeable future, the idea that I should write that book I have been thinking about for years seemed like a fitting project to fill the endless quiet hours.
