I really couldn’t tell you when my fascination with Myrtle Beach began, but it was sometime during my marriage with my late husband. I believe we were randomly discussing vacation options, maybe even honeymoon options at the time. Anyway, when I mentioned Myrtle Beach, he said he’d been and would never go back there again. Puzzled, I asked why and he wouldn’t say. I wondered what the hell my husband did to get himself banned from an entire state! Nevertheless, the destination became a must-visit place for me.

The trip didn’t become a real possibility, though, until after my husband passed away and I decided I needed a relaxing vacation. The week after my daughter got married in August 2019, my son and I were all set to take flight and then…I had a freaking stroke!

I was like…seriously!

Finally, though, when my best friend of 40 years suggested a girls getaway, the time finally came. I needed the rest now just as much as I needed it two years ago. Between graduate school work, prepping for upcoming podcast release, promoting my novel, Reconciliation to Hell, weekly engagements with fellow co-authors of the soon to be released anthology, A Widow’s Resilience, and recently completing my third novel, the rest and relaxation was well worth the wait.