Have you ever procrastinated on a project for reasons you
don't fully understand at the time? That is the case with the publication
of Pandemic Baby - Letters to My Grandson Before He Could Read. If
the finished book is released by March 2025, and I hope it will be, it will
have taken five years to complete.
Through the slow process of eight deep revisions, the story
morphed from a simple, often humorous, and always loving memoir about becoming
a grandmother during the COVID pandemic to a statement on the condition of the
world my grandson was born into during the first Trump presidency. Now Trump
has been re-elected.
Pandemic Baby takes
us back to a time we may want to forget but never should. I do not want a
repeat of the pandemic years or of the first Trump term. That is not the world I want my grandson or his generation to grow up
in, to inherit as young adults. We cannot allow ourselves the luxury of denial or
oversimplification, of ignoring the hardships we endured, of convincing ourselves
that it's over. It's not.
This memoir began as my mode of coping. Four years later, I
still write letters to Jack, letters he may never read, but writing still
helped me find my center as we dealt with another turbulent election and now face another period of extreme discord. Perhaps that explains my procrastination,
perhaps my fear of what lies ahead has slowed down my willingness to release
this book. But we can't let fear stop us, can we?
I do not have a release date, but I do have a cover!
Perhaps you remember this image from a prior post.
