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Dear Friends,

When we were children, my cousins and I often lay on the grass during those warm summer nights, gazing up at the heavens and wishing upon a star. It seems the child in us never really goes away, does it? I was reminded of this some time ago, when I met a reader named Arliene Zeigler at an autographing and she told me about her list of wishes. They weren’t resolutions, decisions or even goals. They were simply wishes. Some of them were places she wanted to go, people she longed to meet and experiences she hoped to have.

Don’t we all have wishes in one form or another? Secret desires we rarely talk about because they might sound silly? As I started to write Twenty Wishes, I made up a completely new list of my own. I want to cuddle with my husband and reminisce about the years we've been together. I'd like to blow bubbles with my grandchildren and chase butterflies. I want to sing on Broadway. Okay, that’s carrying it a bit far, but one can dream….

I hope you enjoy spending a few hours with Anne Marie, her friends (especially the widows) and everyone else on Blossom Street. Alix has the coffee brewing over at the French Café and Susannah's setting out flowers on the sidewalk outside Susannah's Garden. I see that Whiskers has curled up in the display window at A Good Yarn, and Lydia has turned over the Open sign. The door at Blossom Street Books is open, too, so come on in!

Hearing from my readers is one of my joys as an author. You can contact me through my Web site at www.DebbieMacomber.com or at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.

Debbie Macomber