Constance, a wife, mother, dreamer, and Goddess. A Goddess because, she is accepting the reflection of her reality and embracing all its flawed beauty. She is the daughter of something much greater, powerful, peaceful and loving. This isn't a revelation that simply came to her on a whim. No, this was something that she had to fight to see and acknowledge to sustain. Can you relate? Have you ever had to securely fasten a masked smile to hide the facade of truth? Her life is filled with a laundry list of taboos. From issues with her husband and family to the everyday devastation of her health. This is a story where small victories accumulate to astounding triumphs. Constance dwells in her truth only after the turmoil of deceit. By faith, she allows her transition to the acceptance of her own ability to not only forgive, but to love through it all.