Typing Stages for Teresa allowed me not only to be a part of a wonderful project, but it also gave me the opportunity to be the first to see it come to life. Typing Stages was in itself a benediction, as the poems in it are full of honest confessions---joyful and sorrowful alike. I felt Teresa's pain in "Autumnal Fall and Reflections." Typing them was like gulping boulders, but I felt her joy in "A Note of Thanks" knowing that her cries did not end in desperation. Throughout Stages, Teresa answers her own question "Who is the real me after all?" She is as God has intended her to be: a...