I was flattered and humbled that she wrote about a comment I had left on her blog.
I gotta say, I had flashbacks when I saw today's photo (courtesy of Kathy Matthews). It seriously looks like our dead-end street when The Boy and I lived in New York.
I was reminded of bitter cold and parking lots with snowpiles that didn't melt until May. After my PTSD symptoms subsided, I wrote my blurb.
Hell was Colder Than I Imagined: A Memoir
by Trudy Detweiler
When Trudy Detweiler moved to Ithaca in June, she loved the Finger Lakes area of New York. Her life consisted of walking the trails and gorges, to browsing through quirky shops (new age and antiques) - she even found like-minded vegans when she dined at Moosewood Cafe. Along with her new friends, she attended cultural events and got immersed in volunteerism. Trudy finally felt like she had found a home she'd never leave.
Little did she know how right she was.
Once the first snow fell in late September, it never stopped. Stranded in her rustic cabin near Fall Creek, Trudy discovered how isolated she was from civilization.
Marvel as Trudy develops the inner strength (and muscles as she shovels out her driveway six times a day); read how she gathers firewood and berries - and learns to hunt wild game - to survive her first long winter in New York.