Note From The Author

I feel fortunate to be able to say it was my dad who taught me to read. However, I believe God inspired me with the talent and imagination to be able to write.

As children, my sister and I were forever making up stories, living through mysteries and adventures in our own special world. Our imaginations were bright and focused on fun. As adults, we unfortunately lose much of that spontaneity. Still, sometimes it seems to come alive through fiction. I just needed inspiration, and as fate would have it, my sister was the one who got me going again- unintentionally, actually.

One day a few months ago I began thinking about those things that single people-particularly young women-face in today's fast-paced world. Soon I began to create characters in my mind who lived through similar circumstances. A few days later, in a flurry of inspiration, I wrote forty pages, mostly about a character named Jenna, and her best friend, Colleen.

As once advised by a writing mentor, I simply allowed my character do her own thing. And that she did-very nicely. Suddenly, before I knew it, I found her working to save an old house -one of my own passions, but something I have yet to accomplish. And I began to admire her for it, almost as if she were a real person in my life.

It seems that more and more historic buildings are lost every day. Either they burn, they are torn down, or they otherwise succumb to some cruel act of fate. Six years ago, one phone call led me to visit an old historic house. When I arrived, I discovered a demolition crew already hard at work. They didn't seem to mind the extra attention as I watched two men taking apart a beautiful entranceway, which otherwise would have been destroyed. Afterwards, they went to work trying to save some fancy molding around the doors, perhaps with the idea of re-using it in their own homes. I began to wonder, Can someone demolish - yet still save - a house? So it seemed-at least, that day.