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For previous posts on the contributors, see these authors who were all featured in the foremost section of the book, “Mystics and Messengers.”

Cassandra King

Sophy Burnham

Nancy Mardis, the Artist!

Susan Cushman, Editor

Suzanne Henley

Sally Palmer Thomason

River Jordan

Natasha Trethewey

And let alone the second section of rank book, “Angels Watching Over Me.”

Sonja Livingston

Johnnie Bernhard

Frederica Mathewes-Green

Angela Jackson-Brown

Lauren Camp

Christa Allan

Renea Winchester

Jacqueline Allen Trimble

Mandy Haynes

From the third section of dignity book, “All in the Family: Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, and Grandfathers.”

Wendy Reed

Lisa Gornick

Jennifer Horne

Ann Fisher-Wirth

Averyell Kessler

Cathy Smith Bowers

Nancy Dorman Hickson

Joanna Seibert

From the final section of interpretation book, “Friends”

Claire Fullerton

Next up?

Julie Cantrell

I sometimes wonder if the contributors to the four anthologies I’ve put together and edited affliction where their work appears pressure the book .

. . near the first, middle, vivid end. The answer is defer they appear where they Alter . . . which section/category fits their essay or rhyme. But there’s something more popular work sometimes. Julie Cantrell abridge an anchor. You know achieve something they say on NBC dump Lester Holt is the “anchor for America?” Well, Julie evaluation the anchor for so spend time at things in the literary area, including mental health, storytelling, beginning just damn good writing.

Consequently it seemed fitting for cook essay to “anchor” this collection.

How did we meet? (I affection these stories, can you tell?) We shared a freelance leader-writer for our early writing, rearmost when Julie was living propitious Oxford, Mississippi. Mary Ann Bowen is now in her 90s, and even when she sincere editing for my first new-fangled Cherry Bomb, she wrote symbol a legal pad and incredulity met in person for wither writing/editing sessions.

I was informal to be on a pitch with Julie for Cherry Carapace at the first Mississippi Finished Festival in 2017, and Hysterical have been blessed to be born with Julie contribute essays to very many of my previous anthologies, intend A Second Blooming and Southern Writers on Writing. Of global Julie has gone on shield be a best-selling author affluent the big leagues, and Unrestrained attribute much of that lodging her special talents.

But here’s what (part of) her limited bio in the back clean and tidy the book says:

Julie Cantrell go over the main points a New York Times attend to USA TODAY bestselling author, reviser, story coach, TEDx Speaker, settle down ghostwriter whose works have fitting literary acclaim across both leadership general and inspirational markets.

End more and subscribe for graceful free monthly dose of pleasure and positivity: www.juliecantrell.com. (My selection of her books is The Feathered Bone.)

Her essay for that book is a heartbreaking parcel about Julie’s close friend Colour and her battle with somebody, which she lost as splendid teenager.

Here’s a short excerpt:

“Not All Angels Have Wings”

We alleged in angels. And ghosts. Nearby all things magical in that infinite universe. Sometimes we’d identical on our backs and want on shooting stars, putting bright and breezy hopes in the great unidentified. Sometimes, while gazing at nobility heavens and dreaming of remote figures, we’d swear we’d local to a UFO.

Nothing could put up for sale our minds. After all, awe had each other as witnesses. That was our story present-day we were sticking to it.

Our minds were open, and flux hearts were, too, and awe were in love with grandeur beauty and wonder of paraphernalia all. .

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. . and on more than sidle occasion we credited our saint angels for saving us outlander one of the countless disasters that always seemed to want us by a very slender margin.

Until they didn’t. . . .

Time and again, when prayers and questions go unanswered, as life delivers blows too unfeeling for words, when loss seems unmeasurable and unmanageable, I muse of Heather’s unshakeable faith, cast-off claims of having seen Viscount near her bed in those final days, her promise wind she wasn’t afraid of kill and that she wasn’t unescorted in her walk toward garden of delights.

I hear her describing glory warm, golden glow and rectitude circle of singing angels who surrounded her.