It was time for her to take control of her life again. How strange to find the solution in an old movie. She’d found the answer she’d been looking for.

KENDRA LOVEJOY stood in the lobby of the theater, hardly noticing the jostling crowd about her. She’s a diplomat in the best sense of the word. My dad, Dan Clay, a neat man who knows how important human history is and reminds me of it.Īnd my editor, Malle Vallik, who earned a piece of the book the hard way she had to work with me for it. The universe knew a couple of good things when it sent you guys my way. My three brothers, Jeff and Greg Abrams and Danny Clay. My mother, Rita Gallagher, one heck of a role model and whose gene-pool was a godsend for those females who came after her. I will be forever grateful for your curly hair and warm hugs. My son, Clay, who is just beginning to choose the adult roads that life has to offer. My girls, Becca, Rita and Marissa, who are such delightful, different and wonderful women with much more than their roots, quick wit and sense of humor in common. That idea lead to this, my most fantastical story, where Dan and Kendra, two extremely unlikely lovers, learn the unexpectedness and power of love.Īnd I now know that there is no answer in life unless it’s a simple four letter word. I realized I was wrong-that romance has to be part of us our whole lives in order for our souls to breathe. But I must have liked something about romance, because I wrote about it and dreamed about it! And then my other single friends, one by one, proved me wrong by finding Mr. I felt I was too old for love, that the dream of one true love was childish. With all the pressures of life, of raising four children, somehow those same two people who had grown together also grew apart. Our love carried us through and we married and had four wonderful children.īut sometimes the dream doesn’t always work out. Later, when we kissed, I actually heard those bells and whistles that people write about! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. We went to his fraternity party and danced through the evening.

I was seventeen and had a date with an older boy. I’ll never forget the intensity of that moment. Instead I used it freely to describe whatever struck my fancy as a teenager-including TV shows and fast foods! Whenever one of my friends fell in love with a boy, though, I thought it was just plain dumb. When I was very young, I didn’t understand what the word love really meant.

Forms Of Love by Rita Clay Estrada