Becoming an optimist can be hard but I’m on my way 🙂

Vagabond Letters grew from a place of hope and a place of staggering loss. There was a job change. There was a relationship change. Most importantly though, I spent several months with my mom – every day except a few, and many, many nights – walking with her through her final days, right up to her final breath.

It was a time of profound, often painful awakening and although I would have preferred some things to have been different, I have learned a great deal about peace and about joy. As I continue to walk this rock-strewn road that appears on no map, I learn more every day, and I am thankful.

Yes, there are many dark moments chronicled here but my hope is that readers will also find the hope, and at least some passages that resonate with their own experiences.