Right before her 41st birthday, Angela N. Hunt began blogging about training for her first marathon. To her shock, it got a lot of responses and comments. But none more important than one from a friend, sent in email:
I have a request.
Write a book about your training and running a marathon. Even a short book. Throw in ruminations about your mother insulting you about it, and about missing your father. Tell us about your girls, and publishing, and what it is to be a working mom with daughters in a world where women are still treated as second class citizens. Tie together running and writing and sci-fi and life in the way only you can.
Title it “Run Like A Girl: blah blah blah” with the blah blahs being whatever you feel is right. Or whatever title works best.
I would read the Hell out of that. I would hand a copy to Winter when she’s old enough and tell her she can do anything.
This is that book.
Because Angela realized it was not just Winter that needed to hear about her nights of training, a dog at her side, the moon in her sky.
It was her own daughters. It was and is anyone’s daughter who needs to hear: don’t listen to the naysayers. Don’t believe that you are constrained by the limits others try to lay on you. Put on your running shoes. Stretch out your bones. Find a companion.
To every season there is a purpose.
Every life that touches us, for a moment, for a lifetime, happens for a reason. What we take from those moments is ours to grow from and flourish, or reject and fail to thrive. No matter how much time a person spends in your life, they have something to teach you. Whether you understand the lesson or not, if you let them touch your life, they can alter you forever.
I have had that blessing come to me. Cela was my foster daughter, an indomitable soul, a survivor, and through journals and letters, I was permitted to truly meet her and know her, not just the face that the world sees. That contact changed me forever and took me on a transformative journey through the world and through her soul's evolution. This is her story and mine because she chose to bring me along for the ride.
Daughter of My Heart
$19.95 + S/H