“If you pick up one more thing, I am going to break your fingers off, dip them in wax and use them as candles for your birthday cake!”

“Honey! It’s just a shoebox!” I laughed.

“You paid for movers and organizers. Let them do it!”

“I’m pregnant Honey, not disabled.”

“Pick up one more thing, and you will be disabled,” she rolled her eyes.

I had attended book events in the south, east, and west but hadn’t been to my hometown.  Although I haven’t lived there in years, Saint Louis is and will always be home. Anytime I want to celebrate something, home is the first place I think of doing it.