I used to see these stones and wonder what they represented. Were they memories shared by just one person? Did they represent those who had passed on? Or, those cherished times that you and that special someone never wanted to forget?
In my new small-town contemporary book, Hearts of Honeybrooke Cove, Margaret Ellington, affectionately known as Mags, kept similar stone towers. They weren’t just for herself, but for those who needed that little extra something to help them over the hump of despair that comes upon some of even the most courageous. She made sure those in need invested blood, sweat, tears, and tender memories. Everyone who set their hand to the stone towers recalled the good with the bad, the sour with the sweet, and then the healing more often than not, slowly arrived.
Sadly, by the time Victoria arrived in Honeybroooke Cove, her great-aunt Mags had passed on. But not even death will keep the irrepressible Margaret Ellington down. She still reaches out from the great-beyond and nudges ever so gently those she cares about, to remember and perhaps change their direction. However, in her own caring, slightly meddling way, she may have fiddled just a little bit too much with the lives she’d left behind.
When the tornado hit Honeybrooke Cove, those notes blew up and out across the lakeside community, and settle in some unwelcome places. To Victoria’s dismay, the truth about Mags’s straightforward observations about her neighbors may be too much for the quiet, idyllic lake town. Thankfully, she has Barrett Collins, her new love, to keep her busy and steady her hand as she navigates small-town living.
And that, my friends, is how it all started…and will hopefully continue on.
