The Thrill of Holding MY BOOK in my Hand

As you may recall from an earlier post, I had arranged to have the print copies of my book sent to my daughter's address in Ontario, since shipping them to Bermuda was costly. Last week we flew to Ontario, and of course it was wonderful to walk through the door of our daughter's house and give her and our son-in-law big hugs.

But then I made a beeline for the box I saw sitting in the kitchen waiting for me. We all gathered round as I slit through the tape and opened the box. What a thrill to s...