I mourn my mother’s need to keep the events of her childhood hidden. But because of it, I traveled across the world to a home I never knew. And with my journey to India—in the laughter of the people, in the wounded souls of the beggars on the street, in the greatness and the sadness—I discovered the true story of my mother and grandmother. The women who created me. Though there is no playbook on how to navigate the path of life, if I do it with the grace and heart of the women before me, then I will have lived my life with honor.
~ The Storyteller’s Secret
When I wrote the above paragraph I was thinking of my daughter. I’ve been desperate to be an example for her. I strived to find in myself first all the characteristics that I was sure would give her a full and complete life. Like a father who guides his son, a mother creates the foundation for her daughter. I convinced myself of the responsibility if for no other reason than because I would do better than my mother.Read More