At book clubs I’m often asked where my ideas come
from. The concept for THE AFTER GLIMPSE (available now) was first sparked in an
ice cream shop in Wethersfield, Connecticut years ago. The owner takes pictures
of her patrons and hangs the Polaroid photographs all over the shop, so even
the ceiling is covered. I knew somewhere inside that shop existed a picture
from when my mom had visited the ice cream shop with us years earlier. When my
family went back to the same store years after my mom’s visit, I spent time
hunting among the hundreds of pictures for the one the owner took of my mom and
my girls. Suddenly, I was overcome with a stab of nostalgia, thinking how cool
it’d be if I found the photograph, and my dad, who’d passed away years before
my mom visited, somehow materialized in the picture next to my mom.
I found the picture. My dad wasn’t in it.
…and so a book was born.
In the process of writing this book, and now releasing
it, I understand how this book is about grief, but it’s also about so much more.
Our lives—every relationship—every interaction counts
for something and as one endorser so profoundly put it . . . “maybe there’s
more going on around us than we know.”
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