This newly uploaded picture on my author page looks out at the Pacific where I want to believe these waves will still remember when my son’s family flung his ashes into their elegant and rhythmic grandeur. I return to this particular picture periodically to enjoy its ethereal beauty and, when I let myself, recall the power and the profound life-changing grief and grace moments of that time. Two days ago I learned that I now have a publisher for my second book, Finding Grace:

This next story begins on a brisk, early December day. Thin clouds, a watery blue sky and patches of sun play tag above while bundled neighbors work to untwist some Christmas lights for decorating or exercise their dogs in the park down the street. I’ve found Chris and Emily’s house and can see through their front window as I walk toward it, that their tree is not only up, but in full Christmas mode. I ring the doorbell; it’s answered by a smiling Emily who welcomes me inside