We'll be up and running in no time, so c'mon back so and visit with Nina where you'll  learn about books, authors and all kinds of things  Nina will share with you, including the aches and pains of  growing up.  Remember everyone has a past. It's called childhood! 

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Nina & Co.

I just remembered the day we got pulled over for speeding, I was sitting in the backseat of the family station wagon; Lissy to my left, Mitch to my right, my Keds straddling the hump. My mother was riding shotgun with my father. I was seven years old. We were on our way to Florida for a business trip my father had disguised as our winter vacation. My father wanted out of the carpet business and thought this was his chance for a steady gig, playing clarinet at his friend’s nightclub in Miami. It was a long drive down from Akron, and my father was set on making it to Savannah by the end of the day. That’s why we got pulled over somewhere in Southern Ohio, clocked at 87 on the radar.

Look for Every Crooked Pot hitting bookstores this Tuesday, June 26th!