When I started writing Chasing Butterflies, I did it because I didn’t want to be defined as “that girl”. The one who lost her dad (you know where). I didn’t want 9/11 to make me different. I didn’t want the world to see me as tainted because I’d been through such tragedy.
I’ve come to learn that maybe its okay to have this historic event define me, a part of me anyway. I’ll always be a little bit different, having lost a parent in one of the most historic events in the history of the world. With that label, the most important thing I can do is embrace that difference. It’s my obligation to keep the memory of my dad alive while exemplifying that after tragedy, what defines a person the most is their ability to pick themselves up and keep going.
As I work on my second book which is a continuation of Chasing Butterflies, why not give readers a little taste of what’s to come? That’s living in the moment right now - married with children and continuing to follow my passion in writing. Lastly, how all of this intertwines with my past. Just like my memoir, there’s happy, sad, silly, and tragedy, all cooked up together to create a one-of-a-kind recipe which will have you laughing out loud one minute and grabbing a tissue to dry your eyes the next. But isn’t that what life is? That’s all to come in my next book, and why make you wait? Here’s to blogging with butterflies in 2022! See you in the New Year.