When I was writing my first book, I knew right away what it would be called: Yours, N.
I often signed my posts that way, and it seemed to me the title captured what the book was about. I was writing my autobiography — the interesting and important events that had left their mark. So it made sense, in a way, to sign the book with that same title.
But once I'd put the final period, my husband threw a wrench in it: "I searched for this title online and it pulled up several books with the exact same name." I was upset. He said we could still keep it, just in case, but that it was time to pick out some alternatives too, because it was time to make the cover, and the cover needed a title.
I sat and thought, and suddenly my eyes landed on the fridge, where I had magnets from trips and a few inspiring postcards hanging. I said: "I know what to call my book — Love Lives Here."
I'd made that postcard myself, back near the end of my mattress business. I'd come up with the idea of tucking a postcard with inspiring words into the package of documents that went out with every mattress delivery. We worked with a designer, I wrote the text for the back, and the front had a beautiful line on it: Love Lives Here.
That's how I named my book. Because it's a book about love. About how I love life, and it loves me back. Whatever happens, I always believe in love above everything — and I wrote a book about that. Because love will save the world.
All you need is love