My mom died 21 years ago today.

It's a subject that I revisit in my new book.  After my mom died, I couldn't imagine talking to anyone about what I was going through.  Now, all these years later, I've found my voice.  When I first wrote the book proposal and farmed it out to several publishers, I never imagined that I'd share so much of my personal life in my writing.  To be honest, at times it's been downright scary to share these stories, to open my life, to revisit the old, dark, painful places.  But it's been a healing process too.  In fact, with this new found vulnerability, I don't even feel weaker as I originally thought. 

I feel stronger. 

I am stronger.

And I'm more me than I've ever been.

Thanks again, Mom, for teaching me a powerful lesson, even after your death.

The Sun

Strange thing about the sun - how often, after it has set and we are able to see it no more, it leaves behind a beauty we can never see while we have it here with us.

About the sun, we know this truth.  If it seems to be setting where we are, it is because it is rising somewhere else - rising and still shining with its same radiance and warmth.

We know, that in reality, the sun never sets.  Instead, we are temporarily not able to see it.  And yet, we are certain we will see the sun again.

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