If you’ve been following along at home, then you already know why this is Day 26—because it’s the 26^th day of our Indiegogo campaign and I’ve committed to write one blog post a day for each of the drive. And you already know what our Indiegogo campaign is—it’s our fundraising campaign to craft and publish an anthology of our work by Write On, Mamas. And of course, you don’t even need me to remind you who the Write On, Mamas are—a group of awesome mamas (and one papa) who write. And read—such as here at Lit Crawl. And listen—such as here at our monthly events.

And if you know all of that you know that I try to write a “generous soul” for all my wonderful friend and family who donate to the cause.

Today’s Generous Soul post goes out to Nina Abnee (Louise Abnee’s mother).

I got my copy in the mail today—Nina’s anthology On Our Own: Widowhood for Smarties.

I love anthologies. They’re like a potluck dinners. Everyone brings something to the table—something uniquely him or her. I know editors agonize over the order of the essays in an anthology, but to me, the wonderful thing about collection is that you can just read where the book opens. Today this essay or that essay. Each one is a separate dish.

The book, as the title suggests, is about life after loss. It’s not like a potluck dinner; it’s like a box of truffles. Even though the topic is death, each essay is so full of...life. They are about love and longing and these brief moments in time where exposed souls connect, not just in life but in afterlife. Those moments—these essays—are like electricity.

Love. Grief. Gratitude. Depth. Words that remind us that love is deeper than death.

Thank you for your words, Nina.