As I write this nestled in my New England condo, tears fall splashing on my HP Gold Luxe. My trio of blessings want to make Mommy better with kisses and love and I greedily inhale it like a fish out of water gasping for air. The tears are bittersweet as I know this is the last weekend Even Tough Women Can Crack Like Eggs Sometimes will ever be a manuscript. In four days, a piece of me will head to my editor and then go on to retailers to be released as my first book on November 22, which is a month from today. One month. There are no coincidences in my world, so it is sheer divinity this journal entry is written today. I am listening to Imagine by the prolific John Lennon; moments before it was Let It Be by the brilliant Beatles. I am not a “Beatle-head”…