Welcome to “The House in the Middle of the Street," my winter tale about a house, its occupants, and a yearly visit made by a boy and a girl on New Year's Eve, who knock and knock and knock, asking to be invited in.

This house exists timelessly in the shadows of our family secrets, and its rules are passed on to each who claims ownership of it. Let me bring you into my house, where beautiful promises are made, heart-filled hopes are heard throughout the night, and our ravenous desires are revealed, all on the eve of a brand New Year.

Enter with eyes wide open and attentive ears. If you do have a GOD, you may want to bring them in with you. Please know in life, there are specific times and specific places, where instructions need to be followed. And though we are fellow travelers, moving side by side, it is best to remember who and what we may be traveling with.

Before I go, do consider this: on certain days and certain nights when you may hear a sturdy knocking at your front door, please, dear readers, be selective whom you invite in.

Sincerely,

JSG