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NATALIE TAYLOR and her son, Kai Taylor, live in Royal Oak, Michigan. Natalie teaches high school English and recently earned her master's degree in Education. Kai is working on his numbers, letters, and colors.
"Told with pulsing heart-in-the-hand pace--this book reads like a
primer for anyone who has experienced the beast that is grief. With
wit, gutting honesty, and a modicum of self-pity, Natalie Taylor
gives us permission to cry the necessary gamut of tears that
healing requires...and that includes tears of joy."--Laura Munson,
author of the best-selling memoir "This Is Not The Story You Think
It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness"
"Some writers have a compelling story; others have an original voice. But it is the rare writer who has both. Natalie Taylor is one of those writers. Read this book if you've ever had to find your way back from the dark place of loss or if you want to hear how someone so young, and raw, and unprepared, did, all while keeping her dark sense of humor. Signs of Life proves that even in the worst of times, under the most difficult conditions, things still grow, and even thrive, in the broken places."--Laura Zigman, author of "Animal Husbandry"
"Young women and solo mothers everywhere will find a new best friend in Natalie Taylor, who meets the challenges of her life with grace and humor."--Julie Metz, author of the New York Times bestseller "Perfection"
"One of the many things I really loved about this memoir is the inclusion of quotes from authors, and the acknowledgment that words have the power to comfort and sustain us. I wish a quote from me wasn't among them, though. That's because I'm worried that someone will think I was persuaded to like the book because I'm in it, however tangentially. The truth is that literally from page one, I was completely drawn into this remarkably honest story of what it's like to deal with the sudden loss of the person you loved most in your life. I stayed up too late and I neglected my own work to read it. I wept sometimes, but it was the cleansing kind of crying that feels good for you. More often, I laughed out loud and re-read passages for the pure pleasure of it. I was both charmed