by Liz Flaherty
When my mother-in-law passed away recently, her family began the bittersweet task of going through
Except for two places.
I have a side-by-side refrigerator in the kitchen and a smaller freezer-on-top one in the office (the beer-and-soda-fridge.) It is on the front and side surfaces of these appliances, thanks to the miracle of magnets, that the seasons of my life are displayed. It shows the growth of grandchildren, the purchase of a car, snapshots with friends, symbols of my faith, appointment reminders, even the evolution of my writing career.
There are certainly other things I love having. Since I sew, I have a stash of fabric that qualifies me for 12-step meetings. I have a shelf-of-pride of my published books and more shelves—even though I’m on my second Kindle—of books of my reader’s heart. I have too many clothes I will wear again someday. (Yeah, right.) I have letter jackets, prom dresses, a beer can collection, and the occasional box of trophies my kids have neglected to take home and put in their own attics.
My second Heartwarming, Every Time We Say Goodbye, is out thismonth—and in selected Walmarts in May. There’s nothing more exciting than a new book. I hope you like it—and I hope you always have magnets on your fridge.