I think of my novel, Sing in the Morning, Cry at Night, as a love letter to my family, friends, and hometown of Scranton, PA. I started this journey with nothing more than a few details about a family tragedy and a legendary blizzard in the early 1900s. After years of writing and rewriting and rewriting again (and again and again …), I’m humbled to hold the published manuscript in my hand and honored to present it to readers.