So here I am in my little farmhouse, at my desk, a warm summer breeze blowing through my front door, hard at work coming up with the Finley girls' next story because I love them as much as you do. These saucy, irreverent, scrappy girls make me laugh. And relieving my childhood is always sweet, except for . . .well.
Sister Margaret Mary, wherever you are, I bet you would've been a lot nicer to this ten-year-old kid if you'd known I'd grow up to be a writer, I am thinking with a big fat smirk on my face:)
