In the style of one-thousand-year-old Sei Shonagon, this is a journal of sorts. Perhaps for keeping under the pillow.
Mere thoughts on life – both small and big. Soft enough to ease the tensions of 2020. True enough to be believed; kind enough to heal hurts.
A book that sits well with a hot chocolate drink with marshmallows, when the reader just wants to escape the blackness of the toughest year.
