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Published by: Greenleaf Book Group on Mar 10, 2011
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Finding Gratitude – Celebrating the Birth of 
Finding Emmaus
I love talking about my book. Can’t help it  no point indissembling or trying to deny it. Anyone who knows anythingabout me, or has spoken with me for even five minutes, willtell you that. I also love addressing a crowd  as long as I’mpassionate about the subject matter. So, when October 8
rolled around, I was absolutely in all my glory. After all, whatcould I possibly be more passionate about than my new ‘baby’,my novel,
Finding Emmaus
?It’s funny: I expected the day to be somehow different. Notsure how, just different. Perhaps everything outside wouldlook clearer, more sharply defined. Perhaps the air would feelcrisper or the sun would shine brighter or my bagel would tastebetter. I read once, a long time ago, that life-altering events “come in on cat’s paws” and I knowthat to be true. I don’t tend to walk around blinded by rose-colored glasses, but still … I couldn’thelp but think, deep in that little girl’s heart of mine, that it might have been nice for the universeto stand up, even for a moment, and take just a little more notice … if only enough so that maybewalking the dog would take on some new, prophetic meaning.But the universe did not cooperate … and, frankly, neither did the dog.No matter. It was a lovely day and by the time the evening rolled around, I was excited but relaxedand confident and above all, deeply grateful for all I've been blessed with.There’s no reason for any of this to have happened. Outside of my degree, which says I’m a highschool English teacher, I've no formal training to be a writer. I had no résumé with which to wowa potential agent or publisher; I did not have an office wall papered with rejections or a bookshelf full of unwanted manuscripts and I certainly was not living the life of a starving artist. All I didwas spend three days in a monastery at a silent retreat and, in the absence of external noise, I dugdeep down inside myself and found the voice that’s apparently been clambering for my attentionfor nearly fifty-six years.They say things come in threes and I think maybethat’s so, for I now celebrate three births: my newgranddaughter, my new book, and this miraculousbut strange new woman I have become. I love her,I’m just spending a little extra time in the “sizingher up” stage of our relationship.Coincidentally (and I don’t believe it coincidences!)it looks as though The Lodestarre Series will be atrilogy.The Book Launch Celebration was a great success. Friends I’d spoken with but had not actuallyseen in thirty-eight years drove in from New Jersey and Washington DC just to be with me. BethDevlin, the events coordinator for the Wallingford Public Library, outdid herself. The publicitywas excellent, the room was beautiful, and Beth herself was cool as a cucumber and the

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