Billy Coffey is a gift.
But I’ll say more.
Because for some of us, the snows of life are here.
It’s time to call in well, and hunker down with Snow Day.
Because we need to find the gifts in the blizzards. The beauty in the broken. Fist bumps in our fears. Delights in the detours. Wonder in our walk.
Billy’s first book is filled to overflowing like a Christmas stocking, spilling little gifts of laughter and wisdom and compassion and faith. Each chapter is like a box of the finest chocolate filled with sweet and chewy bites of everyday life.
This book is part novel and part memoir. It’s hard to tell where fact ends and fiction begins. But the treasures are real and rich. And the truths are timeless (and tweetable.) Re-readable. Billy uncovers them from blankets of the mundane.
This story of a day in the life of Peter, who faces the loss of things he holds close (job, home, money) and discovers flakes of hope that snowball, encouraged me in my journey to deep see and pass it on.
And I’m not soon going to forget Mikey and his sled, Eleanor and her stuff, Helen and her scars, Bobby and his game of hide and seek, the shouter who cried, “help!” or any of the the other folks and lessons woven into this book.
Oh, there’s also Beary. He made me cry.
He’s not the only one.
When it snows, you need bread and milk. You’ll find them here. In this book.
A gift for others.
Because Billy has a gift.
And you don’t want to miss it.
And while you’re at it, head on over to his blog and read a gift a day.