The Dream That Refused to Die
She thought time had stolen it. Life had buried it. But it was only waiting to be seen.
For 40 years, Maureen kept notes—scraps of dialogue, story ideas jotted down in margins, characters whispering to her from the depths of her mind. Nobody knew. Not really. But she did. She knew that one day, when life finally slowed down, when the timing was right, she would write her novel.
Then life did what life does.
Her son and his family—due to circ…