Sherri Defesche

Growing up during the 1960s in Shreveport, Louisiana was rather ordinary, except that my mother was a paraplegic. It wasn't until I was five years old that I even asked why she was in a wheelchair. Her explanation was the first of a million stories that I would hear about her extraordinary life and the love that she and my father shared.

I etched these stories into my mind knowing one day that I would write a book about their beautiful relationship. This desire became even more urgent after my mother's death, and so to prevent their love story from dying with them, I began to write their biographies, and so my journey began.

The sojourn through grief and loss propelled me on a spiritual path that I hadn't expected. I questioned everything about life and death, spirituality and religion and the afterlife. While on the deep, inward traverse I found answers to life's quintessential questions: Why am I here? What is my life's purpose? What will happen after I die? Sometimes the answers were inspired by the most unconventional sources, and I particularly delight in writing about that aspect of the journey.

This exploration has illuminated how precious and complex each one of us is as an individual, traveling on our own spiritual path within a collective consciousness. Understanding this leaves me overflowing with love for the oneness that we are as spiritual beings having a human experience. And this is what I will continue to write about.