Naming
a book is like naming a child – it’s a task fraught with emotion. The title for
my new book was a mystery to me after I compiled favorites from more than three
decades of writing. I read and re-read the essays and poems and realized they
covered too many emotions to name. A theme emerged, but how could I express it?…something
about finding happiness after a family tragedy.
I asked friends, family, and blog readers
to help me select a title. They were generous with their ideas, but the votes came to a stalemate, with a tie between "The Dance of Life" and "Waking Up." Nothing felt right. The
mystery sat and stared, stubborn.
