My Own Chicken Soup Story

In 1993, someone bought my mother the first Chicken Soup for the Soul book. I read that book, cover to cover, devouring the positive messages about life, love, and dealing with emotions. I was raising a pre-teen son and had a husband who had installed a lot of emotional abuse buttons in my head that he wasn’t afraid of using. The book kept me sane during those rough times. And as I read these stories, I knew I had stories to tell as well.

Someday.

Fast forward fourteen years. I’d divorced the f...