Thursday, August 19, 2010
Sometimes, life sucks. Bad crap happens and you think you’ll never be happy. I get that. I really do. That’s how I felt after Grandma, who raised me, died. But I survived, with the help of my guardian and Grandma’s best friend Maddie. So why am I telling you this? Well, I promised myself I would share my story. Not because I want your pity, but because I think my story is one of hope, of pushing past the ugliness in our lives when all we want to do is crawl into a dark hole. I’m not going to lie. You might cry. My story’s a little sad. Well, maybe a lot sad. But it’s also happy. A lot happy. And the best part is the 365 letters Grandma wrote to me before she died. Someday, when my children are old enough, I’ll share the letters with them. But today, I’m sharing them with you along with my book, ELLA’S DANCE. I hope you join me on this literary journey and discover that despite life’s crappiness, it’s still pretty damn good.