I feel a little like Madeline (I’ve been reading my granddaughter Madeline’s Christmas for two weeks in Mexico), you know how at the end the twelve little girls are back in Paris just in time to wish everyone a happy new year? Before I say anything about my trip, as 2011 closes, I especially want to thank you for reading what I write. You have no idea how much it means to me. Without you, I wouldn’t be a writer. Literary art (and yes, I think writing is an art, if you want to get all high-minded about it), just like music, drama, or the visual arts, is a two-way street. Without you, I’d just be talking to myself. I am so grateful that what I write makes sense to you (at least some of the time), and that you share my Woman’s Day column, my books and this blog with your friends. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now, here is a beach-walk post card, to and from the home we rented on a very different beach than the one you usually see here– in Sayulita, Mexico.
