Come Walk With Me
A Good Story Can Take You Places
What do you do when everything you’ve ever known suddenly seems fragile?
Our past and our families certainly mold us into who we become, and though this writer experienced the trials of living with alcoholic parents in a tenuous marriage, she was secure in the bonds that formed her…
Until she heard a secret.
“This shouldn’t shake my whole world,” she told herself.
“But it does.”
Over the years, she sensed herself fraying, but she hid it well.
No one could see the unraveling.
When we unearth long-buried secrets that leave us flailing around for those connections we thought tightly bound, we must reframe our past and find a way to put on a new garment, stitched by The Creator Himself.
My Father’s Daughter is available on Amazon.
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Here are three questions readers are asking:
Q. Why did I write this book?
Truth is—I didn’t know when I first started writing. Now, though, I can work out a few answers, like the following:
A. To promote a strong sense of identity that rests in our creation even when you have felt the unsteadiness of a cracking foundation.
A. To encourage you to stand strong in who you were created to be.
Q. What remained important to you throughout the process?
A. I felt a need to honor my parents with grace rather than just outing them for the imperfections common to all. Somehow, I wanted forgiveness to shine through the telling of this story even as I kept it authentic.
Q. What was the most challenging aspect of bringing this story to fruition?
A. Telling the truth required me to remove a mask I had been wearing for a long time. In fact, I’m still carrying the mask in my hand, trying to pitch it fully.
You may have another question, and I would love to engage with you. Message me.
My dad was a nature lover, and I have fond memories of stopping along the trek down south at any animal habitat advertised on billboards at the side of the road. Sometimes we would get to pet deer or goats. Other times, we might view a giant alligator from afar. Either way, it got us out of the car to stretch a bit, get a soft drink and some candy—I always chose that crystal clear rock candy I wouldn’t dream of letting little ones munch on today. I ended up with enough dental work in my day, and I hope those in my lineage can avoid all those painful repairs. Dad usually let me pick out a souvenir at the tourist trap shops, and I think I had more pairs of moccasins than the average child growing up in the city.
In writing my story, many memories like this swirled around my head and found their way onto paper for reasons I do not fully understand.
Maybe to touch a nerve in my readers with similar experiences.
Maybe just to make my dad real.
As I’ve described before, our Detroit home sat in front of a little forest that became our playground as kids. I think my dad chose this spot because of his love of nature and perhaps because it reminded him of where he grew up—in the hills of West Virginia.
📖 This book features my father and our relationship, as you might guess from the title.
But that’s not all. It might draw you in to explore your own founding relationships.
Other fathers have told me how this story profoundly resonates with them.
Sons & daughters have told me how my story evoked a need to forgive their own parents.
And certainly, mothers who have let their failings take too prominent a role in their lives have said that this story helps them let go and view their own reflection in the mirror with more mercy & acceptance.
I began the story by trailing the paths in my woods, and now others have joined me cutting through the brambles & weeds and have found a beautiful spot on the other end of the forest.
[Liking & sharing ♥️ this post helps others find it, and I truly believe my story is meant for those searching for hope.]
I liked this...it caused me to think and feel. Congratulations on your book...
I have my copy and starting to read!!