THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

By | 2025-02-27T15:29:43-05:00 February 27th, 2025|Categories: A House in the Woods|Tags: , , |

 

Many of you have been here since the beginning of my blog. There weren’t many written about Costa Rica back then, so I chronicled my journey. I didn’t think anyone was reading. But somehow, people found me. And what a wild ride it took me on.

There were no smartphones or GPS when we moved, and in retrospect, it made the adventure more spectacular. Everything felt raw and foreign, with nothing connecting me to the culture I left behind in the States. It was exactly what Rob and I were looking for.

That decision to throw caution to the wind gave me everything: a writing career, a wonderful group of friends, and all of you, who have written me over the years and shared your adventure with me. I’ve saved every single email. Even the nasty ones. Some of those I wrote about in Happier Than A Billionaire: The Sequel. It’s amazing how many people you can annoy by simply being you.

While we are still working on the water issue with our property in Costa Rica, we moved to North Carolina and bought a house in the woods. “It’s the Bates Motel,” I told Rob. But he assured me we could be happy here. “How bad can it be?” he said. It’s been one of the most ridiculous decisions we ever made, and that’s coming from someone who picked up at 37 and moved to Central America.

So, I decided to duck out of society and hide out in the woods. Be one of those writers who takes long, contemplative walks while mumbling to themselves. If you’re looking for a quiet place, living in the woods is worth it. If you think you’ll go crazy, then you probably will. But I know one thing for certain: if you are a writer, artist, or someone who wants to finish a project, this is the place for you. Solitude is underrated in an increasingly loud world. A quiet environment may be exactly what you’re searching for.

Thank you to those who purchased A House in the Woods. My husband never read my first book and had no clue I wrote about all the stupid things he did. Remarkably, he didn’t read this one either. Eventually, someone will send him a message on Facebook or Instagram and ask if he really stood on the roof trying to harpoon a dead raccoon from our vent pipe. And that’s when he’ll turn to me and ask, “For heaven’s sake, what did you write about me?”

I’ll have to fess up. But until then, I’m keeping quiet.

 

**A House in the Woods is available on AMAZON, KOBO, and iBooks

 

A House in the Woods is now available!

By | 2025-02-21T08:08:21-05:00 February 11th, 2025|Categories: A House in the Woods|Tags: , , , |

Many may be wondering where I’ve been. And to answer that question… I moved to the woods. The middle of the woods—specifically the Nantahala Forest—to fix up a house that resembles the Bates Motel. It’s as dumb of an idea as you can imagine.

“How hard can it be?” Rob asked as I surveyed my new surroundings. The house sat on an incline so steep, I thought it might wash away in the next thunderstorm. And with no cell service, internet, landline, or television, I couldn’t fathom going that far back in time.

But that didn’t deter the Pisanis, and we recklessly purchased the property with hopes the fixer-upper was less fixer and more upper. We faced a relentless woodpecker, lurking bears, and determined groundhogs whizzing in our subbasement like it was the Port Authority restroom.

But it’s not just the wildlife that kept life interesting. We were introduced to a cast of quirky characters like Scooter, the forest-dwelling worker; Jimmy, the hardware store’s varmint-battling employee; and Rusty, the ever-friendly neighbor who kept a watchful eye on the two clueless idiots.

A House in the Woods serves as a love letter to the Nantahala Forest and nearby Smoky Mountains, where picturesque waterfalls and serene rivers offer an atmosphere with undeniable health benefits. A place where Cherokee history whispers through the mist, grounding the land in a rich and complex past.

For anyone who’s ever dreamed of escaping to the woods—or just wants to laugh at someone who did—this book is a reminder that the middle of nowhere is the best place to start.

And if you’re wondering what ever happened to that elusive water letter for our Costa Rican property . . . that’ll be another blog post.

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