Life Beyond Loss…
Wonder. Mystery. Awe.
The older I get, the more I value these things. Perhaps because somewhere along the way, life had not gone as planned. There were losses and griefs and new labels like “Divorced” to check off on the forms at the doctor’s office. There were no easy answers for the hard stuff, so I chose to give myself grace as I figured it all out.
I never thought I would be writing a book at the same time that I qualified for Social Security.
I never thought that anyone would pay a dime for anything I had to say.
I never thought a woman with a senior discount would be taken seriously at any place other than the Michael’s checkout register.
Yet, here I am. What are your “never thoughts?”
Becoming an accidental author…
Carole Holiday loves to talk, at least that’s what her three children say.
It’s probably not too far afield, as she spent twenty years on business stages encouraging entrepreneurs.
Following her passion for food, hospitality and design, she transitioned to owning a cooking school in a historic district of Southern California where she taught classes on the home arts in a turn-of-the-century cottage. Emceeing for private events, she honed her natural born instincts to sense what nudges people to the edge of their seats.
Never one to “act her own age,” and at a season in life where many would retire, she rose to the challenge from her daughter to write.
“You must have at least five or six books in there, Mom.”
Fade to bestselling author Lysa TerKeurst’s boot camp, where Carole’s manuscript was plucked from the pack for publication. She plans on sharing stories from years of shenanigans and serendipity and yes, heartbreaks.
Who I’ve Been on the way to Who I Am
One of seven kids. Smack dab in the middle. Good place to be if you’re independent.
Proud of this gift for Papa (he never wore ties). He slipped me butterscotch candy in church.
I thought my mom was glam.
1st badges: Cook, Flower & Garden.
Off to college. Only went to UCLA because my dad and brother did.
Married young and with a hat.
3 kids in 4 1/2 years.
Days of holding a mic and having big hair.
Opened the little cottage cooking school. I loved everything about food & flowers.
Days that were hard.
Nana is my new name.
Writing is my new game.