I’m on the shelf at Eagle Harbor book Store in Winslow!

How did I come to write my memoir? I am asked this question all the time, lately. I usually say something like, “Well, I had people tell me that I should write a book” or “I wanted a history of my life for my children.”

When I was in the beginning of writing my book, my daughter Michaell told me something that stuck with me. She said: “You were always telling us, as kids, what not to do. You never told us what you did and what happened to you as a result. I want to know why we shouldn’t do something.”

So how did I begin? One word at a time. The hardest part was starting. Every day that I sat there, looking at the empty page, in the silence between breaths, something magical began to happen. I would have a thought, either good or bad. I would then put pen to paper and began.

Once I believed that I could, I had to reaffirm that belief every day, with each word. For weeks, I didn’t know that it had begun until I looked at the pages and saw them adding up. Saw that I was writing, developing my story. Once I had that thought, that I could, even though I would not say it to anyone else, the thought was blasted out in the universe. Once out there, the universe responded.

I had plenty of reasons to write “Imagine Me.” Most of those changed as I was writing it. It evolved more for me over time. The thing is that now the why does not matter. In the end, I believed that it was my way to forgive what happened to me. I even thought that it was my way of telling the universe, mama included, that yes, a lot happened to me but I’m ok now. Not ok forever, but ok in this moment

Be careful of what you wish for because is some shape or form, if it is your heart’s desire and you commit to it, great events will come to pass. Step out on faith and watch the response from the universe. God is efficient. He puts the right people in my life just when they need to be there.