I have something to tell you and it involves three miracles that happened to me, all in one day.
Three miracles, one book club.
There is a really special art supply store in Atlanta called Binders. I go there when I need a pick-me-up in the form of a pretty pen, a fresh notebook or hand-spun wrapping paper that is way too nice to actually ever use as wrapping paper. About two months ago, I found myself in Binders. I felt discouraged and adrift and lost, as a mom. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but it was something like this: I work, but I also stay home with my toddler, and I felt like I flunked both completely, that day.
The first miracle.
I have been going to Binders since I was very small. Like, seven-years-old.
I have never, in my entire life, run into anyone I know at Binders. That day, I ran into someone I know, who was in town from Athens, Georgia. We spoke our polite greetings and she mentioned she was in town to hear an author speak. She and her friends drove two hours, and took a full day off from their duties as wives and moms and employees and entrepreneurs, to see this writer. My ears perked up. An author, speaking here in Atlanta? “Who?” I asked. It was a woman I’d never heard of:
Glennon Doyle Melton.