A few days after my older daughter’s fatal accident, I told a friend, “Well, God just handed me my writing assignment for the next 40 years.” Maya was 19 when she died. We were extremely close. Yet even in the midst of the most intense physical and emotional pain I had ever felt, I knew I would write about Maya and our relationship. She was the love of my life. Maya’s fall from a horse on a spring afternoon in 1992 changed everything – certainly for me and for her sister – but … [Read more...]