Come on over to the Bellevue Square to Talbots this Saturday, May 23, 2015!
University Book Store Bellevue is sponsoring the book signing featuring Maren Higbee, author of Lana Fray and the Grand Plan and myself, author of The Weeping Willow Sings.
And Talbots will be holding a drawing for 2 $50 Talbot gift cards!
The event is from 2pm to 4pm. Mark your calendar and I'll see you there!
Please join me at The Indie Book Fair in Seattle!
June 14-15, 2014
12:00pm to 8:00pm
A/NT: A Non-Traditional Gallery
2045 Westlake Ave, Seattle, WA
Books available for purchase and signing!
See you there!
The Weeping Willow Sings is moving up on Amazon! Rubbing shoulders with Stephen King and Anne Rice!
The Weeping Willow Sings Kindle version is ranked #65 in Best Sellers in Ghost Fiction ! eBook sales are kicking it up! As you see below ... Stephen King is in #64. I'm rubbing shoulders with the master. :-) How cool is that????
If you haven't bought your ebook do it now ... the sale ends soon!!
My mom died on the first day of spring this year. The sky was a brilliant blue and I like to think that the white fluffy clouds that paraded across the heavens that day provided a path as Mom made her journey home.
It is on spring days like yesterday – when the temperature soars to an unusual high – that I miss Mom the most.
But I know she is with me. Her spirit is alive in the lilac bush she bought me over a decade ago. I had my first kiss under the lilac – a memory I shared with Mom – and the reason she bought the tiny bush for me. The new fragrant blossoms on the lilac are so much sweeter this year – scented by those cherished memories and alive with my mother’s soul. She is in the forget-me-nots that adorn my backyard. I feel her presence as the tiny blue flowers move gently in the wind.
Yesterday was a day for remembering how much she loved the feel of the hot sun on her face. When I close my eyes I can see her tanned skin, hands planted firmly in her garden – free from the cumbersome gloves others wear when they tend the soil. Gloves were not for her. They got in the way of her connecting with the dirt – of feeling the end of a weed’s root or finding an earthworm and moving it to a safer location.
Mom was and still is so much a part of this earth. She blended with the soil and the sun always dissolved any ache she may have tucked in her heart.
And while my heart aches on this beautiful spring morning, I am reminded that Mom is alive in the evolution of spring and is planted deeply in the cycle of all seasons.