A miraculous thing happened at the ‘ Wild Awakenings’ writing workshop with Cheryl Strayed which I attended this weekend in the mountains of North Carolina. I consider my getting myself to attend as a miracle, but that’s not it.
In a huge hall of over three hundred other writers, a lovely woman wearing flowing Beatles pants sat down in the seat beside me. She had on fingerless gloves with crocheted pink flowers on them. I instantly knew this was my kind of person.
She asked what writing projects I was involved in. I answered that I had written a book about my daughter’s epilepsy. She replied that she had just released a book about her daughter’s epilepsy. She asked how old my daughter is. I replied 32. She gasped and said her daughter is also 32.
(Pause here to do the math.)
This was a miracle. Of course we hugged. Of course I cried. We exchanged books.
The Universe sends us what we need just when we need it.
SEIZURE MAMAS
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