No Prayer More Powerful -- A Mother's Memoir

<p class=ql-align-center><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It is said that there is no prayer more powerful than that of a mother for her child.</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But who prays for the mother?</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In her debut memoir Kari Erickson writes a remembrance of that power. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Hers is a story of two December births: the first beautiful yet shattering the second yielding premature twins who struggled to maintain their footing among the living. Stripped of her identity as a successful corporate lawyer and feeling for the first time alone as a foreigner in the homeland of her husband Kari found herself ensnared by postnatal anxiety alternating with periods of world-collapsing depression.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Only in embracing the end of her previous life could Kari find communion with mothers across time culture and the legacy of her own DNA. And only in releasing the masculine way of navigating her challenges could she harness the power of motherhood to heal both herself and her family.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No Prayer More Powerful</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> neither devastates nor overwhelms; rather it invites us into the darkness of our own struggle wherein the starlit path to wholeness finally becomes clear. </span></p><p></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A tender honest and deeply reflective account of motherhood as initiation and intergenerational healing.</span></p><p></p>