An Angel Steps In

Once in a while, when you least expect it, you make a connection that catapults you to the next step in your journey. And if you are lucky, that one new connection will lead you to another, then another, and so on. As an author, there is no greater gift than being seen and heard, especially by another author.

 It has been less than twenty-four hours since my first communication with Jennifer Theriot, USA Today Best Selling Author, and I can already feel a shift. I had clicked to follow her on Twitter, to which she followed me back. It was then that she sent me a message through my Facebook Fan Page, with words of encouragement and letting me know that as a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I am not alone. Her message came at a pivotal time in the day, as I had spent the weekend writing about my trauma, and was feeling the emotional effects of allowing my mind to revisit that time of my life. As women, and the unexplainable bond that women often share, we became mutual champions of each other almost immediately. Our personalities, goals, and passion for positivity knitted together seamlessly.

 As we spoke further about my memoir and its content, Jennifer offered to introduce me to Taylor Evan Fulks, author of the award-winning book, “My Prison Without Bars: The Journey of a Damaged Woman to Someplace Normal.” It was Jennifer’s idea that Taylor could offer valuable insight and mentorship, as we are authors of similar content. And that is just what she’s done. Even in our first typed words to each other, I felt a stirring. I felt infinitely better as the day and evening wore on, which carried over into this morning.

 You see, friends, you really never know what a new day is going to bring – or who, for that matter! I have made two new friends and coaches, in life and in craft. I am grateful that I remain open to whatever the universe has in store, and am smart enough to recognize angels as they step onto my path. This is an important part of the creative process, and one that I treasure. This is why I do what I do, even when it hurts.

 Bella Vida, loves.



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