In The Beginning

Almost three years ago, life as I knew it ended.

I was in the final weeks of my fifth pregnancy, anticipating the arrival of our baby girl, Darcy Rose. I was filling her closet with tiny pink outfits and putting the finishing touches on her nursery, a lovely, peaceful space I’d decorated in shades of cream, white and tan. I’d sit in the glider in the evenings after I’d put my other four children to bed, and I’d feel Darcy’s gentle movements from within, filled with anticipation about holding her in my arms and gazing into her precious, newborn face.

And suddenly . . . so suddenly it seemed, there was only a lack of movement, a still, silent ultrasound, a long, dark night filled with my own wails of agony as I fought and strained to bring my daughter’s lifeless body into the world. As the night turned to dawn, I was rolled into surgery and it was discovered that my uterus had just ruptured. It couldn’t be saved. I barely survived, losing not only my uterus, but more than half my body’s blood. As I lay sleeping, my daughter was born still. When I woke, I held my little girl’s small, perfectly formed body in my arms for two days, memorizing every part of her, whispering how sorry I was again and again, begging her forgiveness for that which I blamed myself. Surely, I had done something terrible, surely I was a very bad person to have been punished in such a way. I was wheeled out of the hospital in a haze of grief of an intensity I hadn’t known existed, left only with a small pink urn. I had been expecting that in the early days of April, I’d be sitting and holding a newborn, baby girl. Instead, I sat in the armchair in my living room, a pile of grief books on my lap, her milk having dried up in my breasts, no evidence of her existence other than the six inch scar still healing on my lower abdomen, a metaphor for the line drawn in my mind that would forever delineate before and after.

I was reeling, left gasping with agonizing emotional pain. This is not how my life was supposed to be, I kept thinking. This can’t be real. I might very well live another fifty years, I thought. How will I do that? It seemed unfathomable. It seemed as if someone had just told me I’d be in labor for a decade. I couldn’t survive it. It wasn’t possible.

“You’re very brave,” my grief counselor said gently one June day.

“Why?” I asked, meeting her eyes. “Because I get up every day and live my life? What other choice do I have?”

She smiled. “We always have choices,” she said. “There are a hundred ways a person can give up.”

“Hmm,” I said, latching on to the idea that perhaps there were a few ways out I hadn’t yet considered. Finally, I sighed, dismissing the idea. I got out of bed again the next morning. I didn’t feel brave. I just felt broken.

I continued reading grief books. “Why,” I cried to my husband, “can’t I find a book offering some hope?” I needed so badly to find a book written by someone who had been in the same place I was, telling me there was life after this. I needed to hear that though I was in pain, I wouldn’t always be suffering. I needed not only to hear that others could identify with my pain, but that they could tell me with authority that I would care about life again, that there was reason for hope.

I brought the topic up to my friends, too. “Why don’t you write that book?” they asked. But I wasn’t there at that time. I could hardly offer hope to anyone while I was still very much bereft of hope. I could hardly offer that which I had yet to find.

I wanted so desperately to make Darcy’s story something other than just raw pain. I wanted something beautiful to come from her short life, to make the suffering meaningful. But I didn’t know how. I sat down at my computer to write about her, creating a blog for friends and family who wanted to know how we were doing. “You should write a book,” I heard again and again from those who had read my posts. “The way you describe your emotions makes me feel it, too.”

I shook my head. “No,” I said. “I could never share her with those I don’t know.” It felt vastly unsafe. It filled me with dread.

I started thinking, though: I’d always loved romances and I was reading a lot of them as an escape at that point. What if I wrote a fantasy, something light, but used the story as an outlet for some of my own feelings? Would it help? “Do it,” Kevin said when I brought up the idea. “I’ll watch the kids while you write.” It was simply an act of love on his part. He wanted me to heal and he’d do anything to help me in that effort.

And so I did. I wrote about two foster kids who had been separated by time and circumstance. I didn’t know how to write fiction—not really. I could write a three page list of all the things I did wrong with Leo. Perhaps four pages. I didn’t know much. But what I did know was longing. A soul-deep yearning. What I did know was what it felt like to get up and live life despite my own miserable circumstances. And I channeled those feelings into Evie’s character. It helped. I figured out how to publish it to Amazon, thinking maybe my husband and a few friends might read it eventually. I sent it to a few book blogs. I didn’t even know what book blogs were until that point. I didn’t think too much about it—it was somewhere in the vast nowhere of cyberspace, lost in pages of unread emails. I went about my business.

A week later, I was outside pulling weeds in our backyard when I casually mentioned to my husband that I had put my book up on Amazon. “You did?” he asked. “Like if I look it up, it will be there?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling, thinking he would think I was pretty tech savvy for figuring it all out.

A few minutes later, Kevin popped his head back out the backdoor, holding my cell phone. “Um, honey?” he said, “you have two-hundred-something reviews and one of them says that you made USA Today.” Ice water hit my veins. I dropped my gardening gloves and hurried inside, snatching the phone with the Amazon web page pulled up. When I saw that he wasn’t teasing me, I burst into tears.

“Why are you crying?” Kevin asked. “This is incredible!”

“I . . . I just . . . I didn’t think anyone would read it.”

“Well, why did you put it up then?” He laughed.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t know what else to do with it. I thought . . .” What had I thought? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that in that moment, it felt like I had just found out that thousands of people had read my diary and were posting their thoughts online. I ran to my bedroom and sobbed into my pillow, pulling the blankets up over my head.

Kevin followed me and lay down next to me, pulling the covers back and wiping the tears from my cheeks. “Can I read you a part of a review?” he asked. I sniffled, but nodded. “I am absolutely stunned by the author’s ability to create such a beautiful story out of such tragedy,” he read. “In two words this story can be described as Emotionally Beautiful.” He turned the phone toward me so that I could see and wiped another tear from my cheek.

I took the phone and looked at the reviews. “There’s another one here that says she laughed through the whole book—and not in a good way.” My stomach clenched with humiliation.

“What?” Kevin asked, taking the phone back and looking at it. “I’ll hunt her down, and then I’ll kill her.”

I laughed, pressing my face into his chest, inhaling the smell of love and comfort. “Okay,” I said. He laughed back, pulling me closer.

I raised my face to his. “Our daughter is in that story,” I said. “A part of her at least. No one knows that.”

“I do,” he said. “I know. The people who love you know.”

Since that day, I’ve written six more books, hitting the New York Times best seller list with my fourth book, Archer’s Voice. Each story is different. But what they all share in common is the message that there is always hope—even when life doesn’t seem like it can get much more bleak, even when you’re broken and reeling, grief-stricken and beaten down. Whether you’re a foster kid or a cult member, whether you’re forgotten and disabled, whether you’ve done shameful things in your past, made mistakes you don’t ever believe you can atone for, whether you’re lonely and poverty-stricken, there is life after this. That is my message to the world. That is the thing that I can speak of with authority. Not an authority that comes from reading about something in a textbook, or through observation, but an authority of the soul. An authority that only comes from having survived something that felt unsurvivable. Is there a word for that? If there is, I don’t know it. If there isn’t, there should be.

People sometimes ask me if I have any advice for authors just starting out, those who have a passion to write. I guess my advice on writing is the same advice I would give on living: Figure out what you have an authority of the soul on and weave that into your life, your story. Give the world the thing that only you can give. Share it. It isn’t safe—it’s decidedly unsafe. It’s terrifying. It’s revealing. But it’s the thing that people will connect to—it’s the thing we all crave: to know that we’re not alone, that we’re not the only one. If you’re going to do it—do it. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Dig in your heels, bare your heart, open your arms wide and stake your claim. Do the one thing no one can ever teach another person how to do. You.

And to Darcy Rose, thank you sweet girl. If I am brave—if I was ever brave—and if there’s anything beautiful about my story, it’s because you made it so.

Comments (54)

  1. Jessica S. March 23, 2015 at 9:43 pm

    Wow! Just wow! First let me just say how sorry I am for your loss. Truly, from the depths of my heart. I have been working/struggling with getting started on my very first novel. Some days are good and I’m motivated and excited. Then some days are terrifying, filled with self doubt and negativity. I have always, always dreamed of being a writer. I put it off for so many years, found so many “reasons” why now wasn’t a good time until finally I had no more reasons to use with myself. It’s been so much more difficult than I ever imagined it would be. I hadn’t realized just how personal it would be and just how much of myself I would be putting out there. It’s a work in progress and I am committed and one day I WILL be an author! But thank you so much for not only the stories you have shared with me and other readers, but thank you for these particular words I’m reading today. I NEEDED to hear them today. I can honestly tell you that you have touched at least one person with your gift. Thank you for giving me hope and inspiration, it’s something I will never be able to repay.

  2. Laura Demars March 23, 2015 at 9:58 pm

    I always knew there was something different that connected me to your writing. Archers voice was the first novel of yours that I read and it left me reeling for days (months, to be honest)…..since then I’ve read all of your books and have been equally moved by all of them (identifying very strongly with becoming caulder and funding Eden having grown up in an oppressive and sometimes borderline cult like religious environment)-there is a deep understanding of suffering in the way you write, something that obviously can not be fabricated unless you’ve walked through the depths of grief yourself. Thank you so much for the stories you tell, they have been so healing (and obviously entertaining) for me. Bless you and your family! Sweet Darcy was so lucky to have you.

    -Laura

  3. Selma Ibrahimpasic March 23, 2015 at 10:15 pm

    Dear Mia! You have a way of expressing yourself with words that is far beyond exceptional. No other author can touch my heart deeply with his books and even short articles like you do. I have read all of your work and devoured each and every page of it! Your stories, although often so tragic yet full of hope and love always make me happy and confident.Thank you so much for that!

  4. Gail D March 23, 2015 at 10:27 pm

    I’m so thankful you wrote that first story. I also understand that lost. I’ve had 3 miscarriages. It hurts, but there is always hope. I have 2 grown children, one should have been a twin. Also 3 beautiful grandchildren. Never give up ~

  5. Monica C. March 23, 2015 at 10:33 pm

    Wow, this blog post put tears in my eyes! You are an amazing woman and thank you for sharing your heartache and your amazing gift of writing stories with us! I think I have a girl crush on you as a reader and someone who would love to write a book someday!

  6. Filomena Mihas March 23, 2015 at 10:52 pm

    Oh Mia <3 that is sooo special.

  7. Heather C. Leigh March 23, 2015 at 11:22 pm

    Heartbreaking, yet there is hope in your story. You got your wish. Others will read your stories and feel the hope you couldn’t find after your devastating loss.
    You’re a beautiful person to bring this to your readers. Your loss matters. Your daughter matters.

    Thank you.

  8. Sandra Powell March 23, 2015 at 11:31 pm

    Your story truly hit home with me. As a mother of five beautiful daughters, four on earth, and one in heaven, I would love to chat with you some day and converse on our experiences.

    Warm regards,
    Sandra

  9. K Robin Paradis March 23, 2015 at 11:58 pm

    You’ve taken your pain and loss, which I am sorry for, and made it into something beautiful. You’ve crafted words and touched the lives of many. There is no way to thank you enough. For being brave, for sharing these words,for continuing to live when you wanted to let go. Your an inspiration. Darcy Rose will forever be in my prayers. xoxo

  10. Kathy Bankard March 24, 2015 at 12:25 am

    Mia-
    I had no idea what brought you to writing but it all makes sense now. Leo was one of the first books I fell in love with and Archer’s Voice is without a doubt one of my most favorite books ever. I truly believe that you have a very special angel guiding you and I know you sharing this was not easy but I am sure it will give many hope. Thank you Mia and thank you Darcy Rose❤

  11. Susan Andersen March 24, 2015 at 12:41 am

    Thank you…. thank you for sharing your story with the world. Know that your words have helped heal so many…. both those directly affected by similar events and those of us who have watched loved ones go through it. Much love to you and your family/

  12. Jody Pardo March 24, 2015 at 12:48 am

    Thank you for sharing your stories with all of us. Thank you for being brave. Thank you for sharing Darcy and her legacy of love will live on forever. God Bless.-Jody

  13. Melissa Collins March 24, 2015 at 2:09 am

    I’m sobbing reading this. Darcy’s story has always been one of hope for me. Having only just recently lost my third pregnancy, the pain is still raw. I can not fathom the depts of your loss, and if I could I would hug you so tight right now to tell you thank you. Not only for your words, but for restoring my faith that there has to be something more to come.

  14. Cheryl Wilkins March 24, 2015 at 2:12 am

    Mia thank you for your words,your strength to carry on, for sharing your soul. You have I’m sure dug up old wounds that like mine have been buried for way to many years because people don’t want to talk about their pain. You’ve shown us it’s ok, you may cry. It hurts like hell some times, 40 yrs later but it’s ok to talk about it. You maybe helping someone else get through their pain.
    God bless you Darcy Rose, your mommy has helped so many people because of you sweet girl.
    Thank you Mia, and Kevin you are such a great example of a soul mate.

  15. Kristen March 24, 2015 at 2:29 am

    GOD! You always make me cry woman! Oh the feels! Thank you. For being brave and strong enough to harness some sliver of your emotions and creating something lovely with them.
    Sending hugs and good vibes your way. <3 ~Kristen

  16. M. Mabie March 24, 2015 at 2:32 am

    What a lovely passage.

    I’m so sorry you had to edure such heartache and loss. That doesn’t seem fair, to me.

    On the contrary, your success is fair personified. You work hard. You treat people respectfully. You write for yourself, unapologetically. A talent like yours has been such fun to watch grow and spread to so many.

    You’re such a value to this community.

    Mo

  17. Jules March 24, 2015 at 2:43 am

    Thanks for sharing this bittersweet story.

  18. Marie March 24, 2015 at 2:45 am

    You never know when you read a book where the story comes from. Thank you for sharing that. Your books are incredible. My sister asked why I like them so much and I said because they are filled with hope. They are so beautiful.

  19. Ciara March 24, 2015 at 2:55 am

    This is just. Amazing. “The way you describe your emotions makes me feel it, too” this is true. So very very true.

  20. Michele (@dixiecup34) March 24, 2015 at 5:11 am

    And that post, sweet lady, is a reason you are one of my favorite authors. Don’t stop. Your books speak volumes from your heart.

  21. Loraine Oliver March 24, 2015 at 5:30 am

    Thank you Mia Sheridan for sharing this with all of us that will read it, it is so true what you say, we all have our grief but I think if those of us take a step in any direction it is better than hiding behind it and slowly withering away. Thank you.

  22. Sarah Buhl March 24, 2015 at 5:36 am

    I was directed to this blog post from a very dear friend of mine because she knew it would resonate with me. I’m sorry to say, I’ve never read any of your books, but I will be changing that now after reading this post. Your honesty and love were felt and I thank you for sharing of yourself like this. This is what I love about creating–whether in art, music, or writing–I love the connection that humans can have with one another. We need more of this and I thank you for the joy and love that this one blog post shared. Your positivity and modesty are beautiful.

  23. Lynn Roberts March 24, 2015 at 6:51 am

    I love your books and always felt a soulful tug from each one. I did not understand what it was until reading about Darcy Rose and what you went through. Thank you for sharing your heart, baring your soul, and sharing your precious girl with us. Our hearts are now changed and filled because of yours having been emptied.

  24. Samia March 24, 2015 at 8:47 am

    Omg I already loved your books,but now you just reached a whole new level of respect from me. You are amazing,thank you for writing.

  25. Liz Lambert March 24, 2015 at 10:03 am

    Thank you for telling your story, you inspire me. Thank you for writing your books, they are amazing. Thank you for being a wonderful human being showing such great strength and raw emotion. Thank you for letting us all know it’s ok to grieve and it’s ok to turn that grief into something that can help heal you. ❤

  26. Julie March 24, 2015 at 11:05 am

    YOU ARE BRAVE! And truly amazing. Thank you for sharing this with us. I have lost two babies and it is so hard. I felt so alone because in my case it was much early in the pregnancy. If it did come up when talking to someone they would say oh you weren’t that far alone. I saw the second babies heartbeat. I told my kids who are very young and excited for a new sibling. They didn’t understand why there was no baby anymore. It was very real. Keep up the great writing. I love your books and now I love them even more.

  27. Misti March 24, 2015 at 12:36 pm

    That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing that with us. I have just recently found your books. They are absolutely the most wonderful stories ever. So thank you for finding the courage to do something so great in the face of something that was so unbelievably tragic. And thank you Darsy Rose for being your momma’s inspiration.

  28. Sandy Roman Borrero March 24, 2015 at 12:36 pm

    Unfortunately, I too know and understand this grief. This unbelievable unfathomable loss! How is it possible that my heart continued to beat instead of exploding from this searing pain lancing my entire being. After almost 8 years, my heart, my soul, my spirit still grieves for my son Matthew. There is joy after this. There is laughter after this. There is life after this. There is love after this. Most of all there is always love.

  29. CathyShouse March 24, 2015 at 12:49 pm

    I’m so sorry for your loss and am glad your writing has been received so well by so many.

  30. Tammy Diehl March 24, 2015 at 1:22 pm

    I remember when Grace told me about Darcy. I was so sad and still am,
    but the joy you bring to others with your writing is a loving tribute to
    a beautiful baby who is in heaven–a soul too sweet to have have to pass
    through this earthly life of pain and grief.
    Tammy Diehl

  31. Chanpreet March 24, 2015 at 1:48 pm

    Thank you for sharing so personal and raw. Your books do just that. Give hope. Thank you. <3

  32. Nancy Metsch March 24, 2015 at 2:07 pm

    I love all your books I can’t wait for this

  33. Renita McKinney March 24, 2015 at 2:13 pm

    If I could say thank you I would. If I could formulate the words to relay to you how touching, how emotional, how heart-wrenching your stories are I would. If I could impose upon you, how happy your endings are I would. But there are no words strong enough, emphatic enough to sing your praises.
    I myself lost a child, he took his own life at 17. But I learned that life will continue, hearts will mend, pain becomes less torture and smiles shine through again. Your writing is the smile doing through.

  34. Heather March 24, 2015 at 2:47 pm

    Mia Sheridan, when I finished your post I was left with tears sliding down my cheeks. Often times I think we wonder where an author gets their inspiration. I felt the pain in your unimaginable loss and give you the amazing credit to you, for going on. During that time there were different paths you could have chosen, but by the grace of god you were sent on to share the stories at you have locked deep inside you. I can never thank you enough for sharing you story. Because of your heart and drive I was able to meet characters that I grew to love, Archer, Kyland, Leo, and Calder. Each of these characters possess heart and the will to survive. You make the reader a better person by going on their journey with them.

    You have also given me something else that I will take away from this post. A chance to believe, to push myself harder to do what I am meant to. I have always loved reading with a passion to write. I had started writing a book where the woman just recently looses her husband and her journey into the devastation that was left in the after math. As fate would have it, the man that I had been in love with had died unexpectedly. I had just started this store, never knowing that it would become mine. I had to stop writing it, because it became to personal. I also think it was because I was scared to uncover those feelings and finally start to live again. With you words, you give me hope that anything is possible. I will once more look at the book I have started, pushing through the pain and hopeful make it a book he would have been proud of. I also want readers to see what a great guy he was and why I loved him. So thank you….so, so much. I wish the best for you and cannot wait until you have written your next. Thanks for sharing your story. You are a beautiful soul. -hugs-

  35. Erika G. March 24, 2015 at 4:28 pm

    Thank you for your brave vulnerability, Mia Sheridan. It truly makes a difference! xo

  36. Sara March 24, 2015 at 5:47 pm

    This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing your story and this beautiful life lesson. Archer’s Voice is one of my favorite books. You have a true gift. I really needed this message today. Thank you.

  37. Natasha March 24, 2015 at 6:56 pm

    Mia ~ Thank you for this post. Every time you write about Darcy Rose, I feel like you are giving us (the world) a small gift of her presence and that even not being here she is still making the world a better place through you. Sending you so much love. xoxox

  38. Stephanie O'Neill March 24, 2015 at 11:37 pm

    Mia, you are a brave and beautiful person. I love all of your books! They are all best sellers to me and I think you are right. There is always hope.

  39. Abby March 25, 2015 at 1:23 am

    You are so beautiful. Thank you. Thank you for sharing your stories and a peak at your soul. I’ve loved meeting you and and now you just made me tear up, again!!!

  40. Tiffani March 25, 2015 at 2:07 am

    Your story broke my heart and inspired me. I find your writing is both compelling and emotional. I love reading anything you write. I’m so pleased that you decided to write that first book and share it with all of us. Fantastic! Archers Voice is one of my top 5 favorite books.
    Thanks for sharing the story of Darcy although I found my self crying while reading it the final message I got was one of strength. Prayers for you and your family.

  41. Tiffany March 25, 2015 at 2:15 am

    OMG…thank you for this. If I didn’t love you before, I adore you now. Thank you for telling your story and for all your stories…we’ll all keep hoping!

  42. Amanda March 25, 2015 at 5:24 am

    That was just beautiful. Thank you. I went through a similar circumstance and related to every word you wrote. I needed to read that….all of it.

  43. Michelle March 26, 2015 at 5:21 pm

    Mia, you are so amazing – your writing, your passion and your whole self as a person. Thank you for sharing. I absolutely adore you

  44. Michele Ficht March 26, 2015 at 6:04 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story with us. You have suffered a great tragedy that I can’t even imagine going through. I was not blessed with children and I think it is easier to never experience it than to lose something so precious. I have not read your books, but you can bet I will be reading them in the very near future.

  45. Kathy March 27, 2015 at 2:57 am

    Mia, your story hit so close to home for me. I lost my daughter when she was 3 years old to cancer. We had a site that I would post updates on her condition/prognosis to all of our friends and family. After her passing I had several people tell me I should write more – a book or short stories. I did start writing in a journal as means to grieve and process everything. I also started several “books” but have never had the nerve to “put them out there” just yet. Maybe someday…….thank you for sharing your story as it has helped me understand and know that I am not alone in this writing thing! It’s therapy for me at times still and hopefully, maybe, one day my husband will lean out the door and tell me I have made USA today! Lol! Love your books, love the stories, can not wait for the next!

  46. Mary March 30, 2015 at 6:41 pm

    Not just because I have read and loved all your books but with tears in my eyes and my heart hurting after reading your beautiful words…you truly are my favorite storyteller. You are far and beyond an author you are a true storyteller of heart, love and hope. Your stories resonate in my mind and heart. They stick with me and inspire me to read and re-read them again. That is a special gift, thank you for sharing that amazing gift with all us.

  47. Sofia Fonseca May 5, 2015 at 8:45 pm

    Pain. There´s a thing i can relate to. I´m sorry for your loss. I wanna thank you for being brave enough to share your feelings throw your books , with all of us. Your books left me crying with a silly smile in my face while I read them. I want youto know that they saved me when I was in a really bad place. I thinked about cutting myself, but reading your books and fell and know that I was not the only one in pay, that I was not alone help me giving me force to live day by day. THANK YOU!! I wish all the happiness in the world for your fmily and everyone you care for.

  48. Nikki Larazo June 4, 2015 at 7:47 am

    I am more than in love with you. I miss you!!!

  49. kat smith (@katsmith_nz) July 5, 2015 at 12:25 pm

    Dear Mia, I have seen your books for a while now, but being a busy blogger I don’t have much time for reading ‘My stuff’ I saw your sale and thought wow – I need to get them now, and so then I thought I need to post the sale to my blog… searching for info for the post I found this blog post.
    WOW – you lady are amazing! I cannot wait to read these books… I will bump them SOME WAY as I need to read these after reading this Heart wrenching post… god bless your tiny angel in heaven.
    sending hope and happiness your way.

    Kat <3

  50. Helen Balarezo August 21, 2015 at 10:35 pm

    Dear Mia, thank you so much for writing and sharing your wonderful gift. I have read all your books and you have deeply touch my soul and heart with all of them, no exception. Please keep on writing, with your books you help us heal our hearts…everybody gains because the message in all your books comes from the heart, full of hope and showing us how to see the good and love in every situation, even if is horrendous.
    My primary language is not English, 🙂 hope I made sense.
    I will be waiting for your next book!
    best wishes for you and your beautiful family, on earth and in heaven…
    Helen

  51. Lina January 18, 2016 at 8:32 pm

    Ms.Sheridan, this made me cry. I’m watching my new granddaughter while her mom is working. Your strength is commendable, your story telling pure. I just finished Archer’s Voice, my favorite. … so far, though i have a feeling I’ll be saying that after each of your stories.
    Thank you for sharing your pain but more importantly your hope.
    Xoxo

  52. Allison Riley Palkowski February 27, 2016 at 1:17 pm

    If I didn’t love you before (which I did) I love you even more now. This post is so beautiful and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing it. I can better understand now why so much of your heart and soul billows out into your books. I haven’t read Leo yet. I must change that. My sister lost a baby at 37 weeks in September. Just went to the OB happy as a clam for her check…no heart beat. She was perfect in every way. It’s been a tough tough six months for Meghan but I’m happy to say she’s expecting again. I don’t know how she would’ve survived the inability to conceive again. She had so little hope…I can’t imagine your pain and hopelessness. I’m happy writing can provide you the peace and happiness. Your success if proof positive it’s your calling.
    Thanks for staying grounded and your humility is astounding. I look forward to meeting you in Austin and hugging such an awesome person! Hold a Midnight Lily aside for me! Muah! Allison (Reading Escapade Book Blog)

  53. Jeannine Colette March 14, 2016 at 1:12 am

    I have read all your books, am a tremendous fan and loyal follower. As much as I cherish your books this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Thank you for giving us a piece of your heart. Thank you for sharing your love and belief in life after grief. I will forever be touched by this moving piece of you.

  54. Shermaine July 1, 2016 at 2:30 pm

    If your books and the words that flow from your heart and brain to your fingers to a keyboard for me to read aren’t enough for me to know what a truly special and gifted person you are, these words in your blog, the shattering truth of what you experienced when you lost Darcy Rose, would be the defining difference between you and every other person who authored a book sitting on my Kindle! From the first word I read in Archer’s Voice, to the last word I read in Ramsay, and going back to the beginning with Leo and every word in between, I couldn’t admire, envy, and adore you more. Thank you so enormously for sharing so much of yourself with us and for making us a little better inside for reading your powerful and heartfelt stories.

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