Two years ago, I moved from California to the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. Surrounded by extraordinary beauty, I began to write my first book which was published last month. I expected to simply tell my story: a farm girl goes to the big city, falls in love, marries, experiences tragedy, falls in love again, marries but then knows abuse, and along the way has four beautiful children. As the pages unfolded though, I realized that my story was everyone's story. The details are unique, but the emotions accompanying those details are universal. We all know sorrow, fear, or regret; and, we travel through life trying to make sense of it all.
Maya Angelo wrote that, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." I now understand the agony of which she speaks, for the story ultimately is not mine--it belongs to all of us. I simply held a version of it temporarily and as I shared this version, I found many friends....
Maya Angelo wrote that, "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." I now understand the agony of which she speaks, for the story ultimately is not mine--it belongs to all of us. I simply held a version of it temporarily and as I shared this version, I found many friends....
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