Wow. Has it really been over a decade since my last post? Hard to believe how much life has been lived during that time. Let's see what were some of the highlights: a year after I wrote Death of a Brother I shut down my successful renovation company, sold our big house where my biz was based in the small coastal town north of Boston, moved to our smaller house in the White Mountains of NH, found out we were pregnant with our daughter Téa after shuttering my biz and having no work lined up in NH, struggling big time with losing my identity as a builder especially after taking a job with a local logger for that first winter making less money than my greenest employee was paid, eventually picking up a hammer again repairing old ski chalets that stoners built in the 70's, and joining the local volunteer fire department as a rookie firefighter and finding my groove with that calling. What initiated all this change? I had a dream of a wolf before all of the above happened. Not