It’s been a weird year–a lot of work stress, some painful if not acute health stuff,  a lot of messy emotional knots, or perhaps unraveling, a lot of therapy, and reader’s block. But in the last days of the dying year, I did two things I have not done for a long time, one of which was stay up most of the night to finish a book. And that book was Caroline Palmer’s Workhorse, which I picked up in hardback on Christmas Eve because I […]