When Life Has Other Plans-Doh!
I'm not much of a planner, but boy when I have set out a well laid out plan...you know what they say about the best laid plans. Tell that to Dr. Avalon "Ava" Harper.
When Ava loses a dear friend, who's her age, her world is turned upside down. As many women know, often times we have to tend the flock, leaving us, well, un-tended, which can lead to un-hinged!
Mastering the key concepts of aerospace propulsion systems does nothing to prepare the brilliant Dr. Harper for the power of vulnerability. The unexpected loss teaches the socially awkward, rocket scientist a hard truth, LIFE WAITS FOR NO ONE
Having modeled her entire life for the single purpose of working for NASA, when she sees her dreams and well thought out plans slipping through her fingers she's willing to try anything--even accepting her best friend, Zack's challenge to lighten up and, "say yes to everything" for at least 30 days.
With her new plan for life after Space and renewed hope, she heads to Spain to test Zack's theory.
Join Ava as she navigates life and love with lots of quirk, heart and a few misfires along the way.
Here's an excerpt
Bees buzzed around the bunches of flowers surrounding Karen’s burial site. The slightly elevated mound of fresh dirt hit me hard. I glanced over at Zack, who was now wearing mirror lens sunglasses. His face was stone, but a single trail of tears lined the edge of his nose and ran down into his beard. I squeezed his hand and he let me.
“At least we know these flowers haven’t been treated with toxic chemicals. It’s kind of refreshing to see bees. Karen would like that.”
I sat down a few steps away from where my best friend’s perfect wife now lay. I pulled the tall bottle of Grey Goose from the brown paper bag and then the tonic water. Zack remained standing. I left him to his thoughts. I pulled the three, overpriced highball glasses and the lime I’d bought at the Package store from my purse.
“Did you get the knife from BJ?”
Zack didn’t answer. I tugged at his pant leg.
“Yeah,” he answered, and handed me the engraved pocketknife. He sat down beside me, but never took his eyes off the hill of dirt. “Do you think they’ll put sod over it?”
My face pinched, and I raised an eyebrow. “Probably.” I looked around at the other, more established graves and they were all covered in the same shade of green grass. “They must.”
I handed him two of the glasses and dropped a few ice cubes in them.
“Fill hers to the top. She likes extra ice.”