Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Quote
- Prologue
- Part One
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- Part Two
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- Part Three
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- Part Four
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- Part Five
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- Part Six
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- Part Seven
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Part Eight
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- Part Nine
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- Part Ten
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- Part Eleven
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- Part Twelve
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- Part Thirteen
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- AUTHOR NOTE
- Reader’s Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- The Heirloom Garden
- Abby
“Guilty,” she says. “Not truly understanding or sympathetic with all you’re going through. This is a lot of change in your life, Adie Lou. This is a lot of stress.” She stops. “I don’t think I could handle everything you’re dealing with. I’m too used to my life the way it is.”
“Thank you,” I say, “but I don’t feel like I’m handling things very well.”
“You are,” Trish says, her voice filled with pride. “You’re going to pull this off, you know. Your inn is going to be a huge success. I can feel it. Do you know what you’re going to name it yet? Or are you going to be like those new age parents who need to see their baby born first before they can put a name to its being.”
I pull out my phone. “Hold on,” I say, as I watch the site on my phone fail to load. “One bar.” I take a sip of wine as the page finally loads. “Voilà!”
I hold out my cell, which features a template of what will eventually be the home page for my inn.
“‘The Summer Cottage,’” Trish reads. “‘Where the Only Rule Is to Leave Your Troubles at the Door.’” She looks at me, a huge smile on her face. “This is beautiful. It’s so...you.”
“Every room is going to be themed around one of my family’s summer cottage rules,” I say excitedly, my voice rising, before launching into my ideas about women’s empowerment weekends.
“I think you’re onto something, Adie Lou,” Trish says, her voice matching my excitement. “I mean, I know your inn will be gorgeous, and you’ll make it warm and inviting, but I meet so many women who have given their whole lives—their entire hearts and souls—to others, from husbands and jobs to raising children and caring for aging parents. And too many end up at our age without ever really knowing who we are or what makes us happy. Society too often treats mature women as though we have an expiration date. I see so many of my clients end up in therapy to try and deal with an end result they often didn’t create, and they seek help because they feel as if they’re wrong.” Trish takes a sip of wine, her eyes darting around the bar. “But what they really need is empowerment. What they need is a sense of self. What they need is nurturing. What they need is hope.”
My heart races with her words of encouragement.
“What if I were to recommend clients who might need a week of empowerment? And asked some of my attorney friends to do the same?” Trish asks in a rush.
“Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”