Own Your Life
My mama is my favorite. She just finished writing a new book that is, I think, a bit of a magnum opus, because the central idea is to own your life and drink the cup God has given you. They say familiarity breeds contempt. And prophets are entirely without honor in their own hometown (and particularly in their families). And perhaps its taken me many years to gather the full honor owing, but I can say with full heart and no hesitation that my mom is my heroine. That her story has been one of radiant beauty. That yes, our family tale has been dark at moments, and our road has been hard countless times, but my mom was a combination of Gandalf and Galadriel and Lucy (from Narnia) because she fought the good fight and taught me to as well, and feasted and danced and laughed in between. My life is rich in countless ways because of the way my mother owned and shaped her story. I love that she is telling that story now.
So, this is a shameless plug for my mom's new book, except, it's not really a plug. Her story is my story too. And it's a gift.