I lost someone precious to me this week. She was a strong, fierce, dirty sense of humor, loving woman. She loved cooking shows, poodles, and her family, which included me. In a really dark time in my life she had been the one shining light, the one who believed the most in me. She had been the one that hadn’t let me give up on my writing. I wouldn’t be a published writer if it hadn’t been for her. I can never thank her enough for her love and support. Mother Jackson, I love and miss you.