"However you may respond, in terms of your own religious beliefs, to the miraculous elements in the story Esther Luttrell tells in 'Dear Dean...Love, Mom', it is hard to deny that in the years since his death, her son has been an angel on her shoulder.
I lost my mother when I was 9 years old ... She was the one I went sledding with, the one who would sing to us while she was ironing, the one who taught me to read. She has remained, in my heart, forever 27, with the spit-curl on her forehead, and she continues to have a unique power over me.
Esther's book might seem the result of an active imagination to many readers, but she provokes you to think of experiences of your own that tend to prove the case." - Robert N. Lawson, Professor of English (Ret), author "Collected Sonnets", "Bridge of Oceans"