those 3 little words

One of the many tendencies I’ve inherited from my mother – and my mother’s mother and probably her mother back in Brittany in the late 1800s – involves the irrepressible curiosity (more like a compulsion) to swerve off the beaten path and explore out-of-the-way roads and trails.

And the more time I have, the more I swerve.

Everyone knows I’m about to swerve the moment I utter those 3 little words: What’s down there?

Over the past few days, my daughter and I have been exploring beautiful Vermont . . .


She needed a quiet break from grad school (and full-time work) in Boston while I researched the setting of my current WIP (i.e., Work In Progress) novel set in a fictional Vermont town.



The weather was warm and dreamy.

The sky gentle and blue.

Lots of inviting roads, mountain trails, and secret alleys around every corner.



And it happened… now my daughter loves to swerve.


How can you not wonder, What’s down there?