But it was the untimely and tragic death of my husband that would unleash my passion for letter-writing as never before. Every day after he died could not begin without a fulsome letter as I filled book after book after book until one day I thought, I really am a writer. It happened when I realized my letters were no longer just for my husband but would become a narrative that grappled with universal questions about loss, aging, resilience and trust—even motherhood.

And Always One More Time is my new beginning. Will you join me?