If you noticed the rash of published book reviews here lately, I can explain. J and I just returned from a wonderful week in northern Michigan, and I’m still playing catch-up with life. We were fortunate to stay with some old college friends whose family has a house on a smaller lake (smaller compared to Lake Michigan) in the Traverse City area, and so for six whole days we: swam, boated, read on the dock, tasted a lot of wine and spirits, climbed some sand dunes, went to some great independent bookstores, ate a lot of cherries, saw a movie, ate really good food, and stared at a lot of blue water. It. Was. Wonderful.
We’re already planning next year’s trip.