I am reading My Reading Life by Pat Conroy. I have just read the first two chapters and I am loving it.
Here is a quote from the first chapter... My mother hungered for art, illumination, for some path to lead her to a shining way to call her own. She lit signal fires in the hills for her son to feel and follow. I tremble with gratitude as I honor her name.
I feel his gratitude for my precious mama too. She died 16 years ago today and I am still able to follow the fires that she lit for me. What a legacy. I am blest.