• Ryanne Harper

10.22


We're back this week with another one of OUR releases. Welcome Greeta Catherine Russell to the Tipsy family!

Her debut memoir, I Am Lazarus: the death that brought me to life is a deeply moving story of Greeta's personal struggle with the death of her infant son, Khai. Using her journals as guide posts, she leads the reader through her journey. I Am Lazarus is a story of grief, hope, and faith - all aspects of faith.

"It was the day before Father’s Day. Ultrasound Day. Boy or Girl? I was 35 years old. My husband 45. We had three beautiful daughters. Our house was full of pink walls and dresses and baby dolls and princess clothes and nail polish and glitter. All things girlie. Now, we were having one last baby. Not to sound selfish or ungrateful for our current blessings, but it was no secret our heart’s desire was to have a son. I took great joy in imagining my son in a baby size leather jacket to match his Daddy. I wanted to raise a young man who would emulate the goodness of his father. I was ready for this. More ready to be a mom than ever before. I had a deeper understanding of life, a deeper understanding of myself, and I was determined to soak it all in, cherishing every moment. Before we left for the official ultrasound, we performed all of the scientifically proven superstitious tests to see if the baby was a boy or a girl. First, there was the ring on a string test. I had to lie on my back, belly pointed up, while one of the girls held the dangling ring over the baby. If the ring moves in a circle, the baby is a girl. If it goes back and forth, the baby is a boy. Those results were inconclusive. I think all the laughter and excitement in the air was interfering with the baby signals. The ONE test that gave me hope for a boy was my craving for DILL PICKLES. I ate them a lot. I had never really had distinctive cravings with my girls— but DILL PICKLES were a real craving with this baby. According to folklore, that meant I was definitely having a boy. All the way to the ultrasound office, I told myself that the baby was a girl and that I was so happy to be having another girl. We anxiously waited to be called back. We left the ultrasound, grins spread across our faces. A boy. We would finally be welcoming a son into our family. We were unprepared for what came next."

Greeta Russell is a public speaker, wife and mother with a background in education and ministry. And now she can add published author to her list! Greeta writes from a place of honesty and rawness as she struggles with the God she thought she had always known and she begins to discover who He really is. You can grab a paperback copy of her book here.

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