I’ve talked about the profound conversations that have emerged at book parties hosted to give me an opportunity to read from my memoir, Good Daughter, Good Mother. On Sunday evening, I had an equally profound one-on-one dinner conversation with a friend who has just read the book. She lost her first husband, and had to work through not only her own grief and loss but that of their six year old daughter. The chapter in Good Daughter, Good Mother about Jerry’s death hit her like a ton of bricks.
At its best, this is what any work of art does — and I very humbly call Good Daughter, Good Mother a work of art; uses the author’s experience as a pathway to allow readers to move more deeply into their own lives.
Having the memoir out there, and having chances to talk about it, is a gift. As 2017 unfolds, there will be much more to come.