Dearest Jim,

“What just happened?”

Jim was gone. While not unexpected, reality came as an abrupt shock. “I am no longer who I was. So, who am I now?”

Seventy years old, memories distorted by grief, Mary was desperate for solace, for answers. Had she failed as a wife? A lover? A caregiver?

Without camping or solo-travel experience, she bought a tiny motorhome. Prepared with nothing more than abundant naiveté, a loose plan and her beloved Chihuahua, she hit the road.... “How hard can it be?”

In letters to her late husband of 50 years, Mary writes with passion and humor of her odyssey, its glaring failures and bewildering triumphs.

At first, embracing the safety and security of visiting old friends and sentimental locations, she was intent on retrieving lost memories and reviving forgotten emotions.

With time and courage, she ventures well beyond her comfort zone, seeking a renewed zest for life and the true meaning of resilience.