"Legend of Song de Light" by Kaitlynzq

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Legend of Song de Light

by Kaitlynzq

Legend of Song de Light by Kaitlynzq is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for my review, a guest post by the author, and an excerpt. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

Legend of Song de Light is available as an audio book or an audio play. Also available: Ancient Script of Lovecontu and Lovecontu Song de Light Lovecontu audio set. We are pleased to offer the following discount coupon codes to our readers:

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Description

The stories within Legend of Song de Light
connect, unfold, interweave many character’s stories
needs, feelings, desires, dreams

their threads as two crescent moons
connected under the firelights
that layer the chords, and form the lyrics

all of you entered my world as dawn’s awakening sky of soft palette
my garnet heart melted in iridescence to bloom in sun’s rays
glow in night’s depth as the stars echo the rhythm of my heart
my insides sigh and expand in delight
harmonious blend as our lives
circle the melody

The audio book is recorded in Kaitlynzq’s voice with a blend of music like a heart’s wave into downloadable mp3 files.

Vocal Synopsis

Excerpt

“...I awoke to a sonic dream of rhapsody ensemble, hummingbird wings, and chimes that were the arrangement…”

“...Again and again I muted the caution sign, and proceeded with Kamille, but my mind got even more insistent as I thought of telling her...”

“...Those chrysanthemums burst a duet of color that are silk to the touch, and bring visions of a certain lady, but I haven’t returned to the garden since that day in May...”

“...Dearest Euzy,
Your drum of cashmere footsteps,
        harp of silk strings touch,
        and velvet flute voice,
Are an ensemble for my heart.
Forever Yours,
Edwin...”

“...As my imagination worked its magic, I vibrated to a guitar string’s luxurious touch...”

“...Dendranthema × grandiflora has layers of petals that caress every fiber of the flower’s center, as my dear Rquhwy’s touch vibrates in my veins to the core of my breath...”

“...The room that is partitioned with a fireplace’s heat wave, and holds teardrop flower petals in the corners, flows freely into my heart with each pebble of sand in an hourglass.  Wijsvye’s heartbeat radiates...”

“...Danseur pulls ballerina into him, their eyes speaking the volumes in their hearts as he lifts her above to hold a cherimey for an eight count.  He draws her into him again, and upon her signal, tosses her high in the air for a leatur to land softly in his arms.  Danseur reimey, as ballerina performs an intricate olor fu de ar, a bea uh li, triple tizpin, turns back to Danseur, and magnifi-gras-se-susay.  Danseur catches her right on cue.  Joined hand to hand, they geeté, geeté, adream petite into the final truset luh-es-aglo lift, and return encircled with their eyes speaking the volumes in their hearts...”

“...The development process of this collection included the use of a paint brush to add to the photos the undercurrent of feeling within them, and when the four piece panorama is placed side-by-side, a gentle stream is seen that carries this private story...”

Praise for the Book

“...the author creates this book of intimate passions, you have what will soon become one of your favorite audio books. The author effectively draws you into each character's scene and sets them (the characters) up individually and as a unit. You are allowed to discover their personalities and passions. I found myself envisioning each room, each touch and each emotion the author pulled out of her characters …” ~ Kay with KayBee’s Bookshelf

“... This stunningly original composition is heartbreaking yet uplifting and not to be missed …” ~ Lynda with Books Direct

“Kaitlynzq puts together a magnificent ‘song’ with her words of Legend of Song de Light ... The music in the background was chosen perfectly as it almost danced around her words …” ~ Amy with Amy’s Bookshelf Reviews

“Wonderful imagery and compelling tales! ... Kaitlynzq’s storytelling technique in Legend of Song de Light is quite unique. ... There is an artistic take on fiction, heightened by the effects of poetry, photography and ballet expressed in each tale …” ~ Marie with Writing in the Modern Age

“Excellent book I really loved it.” ~ Nancy

My Review

By Lynda Dickson

Legend of Song de Light audio book interweaves six love stories across the ages through the use of recordings, letters, journal entries, and poems of the twelve main characters, who are all artists of some nature. The elements are presented out of order, and we need to piece the story together like a puzzle in order to uncover the origin of the mysterious pink glow of the Lighthouse Finnir on the Island of Glotu that “provides a sweet melodic hum that caresses the island throughout the evening. The legend of how this glowing beauty came to exist is just as unique as the glow herself.”

I haven’t been able to concentrate on audiobooks before, but this one is designed to be listened to, and it tells. The author narrates her own book in a rich, melodic voice, while musical interludes corresponding to each character are interposed between sections.

This stunningly original composition is heartbreaking yet uplifting and not to be missed.

Warnings: domestic violence, sexual references, sex scenes, coarse language, rape.

Guest Post by the Author

a painting’s sensory composition by Kaitlynzq

dream in-real time
tru’adreyam
ocean in the sky
sky within the ocean

rhythmic

subtle

nature’s vital heart beats
lyrics of lovecontu
a stream of words

In the series Lovecontu Song de Light Lovecontu

A series that interweaves interior elements from the stories together like gentle hugs to one’s heart from Ancient Script of Lovecontu audio poem, a vocal surround of unique instrumental notes from Legend of Song de Light audio book, layers of quiet a cappella from inside of Legend of Song de Light audio play, to petal soft pink glows that hum throughout the hours

held within Lovecontu Song de Light Lovecontu audio set.

This link will guide you to the audio streams of the vocal recording for this extended and expanded upon scene of moments whispered about in the notes in Legend of Song de Light audio book, and Legend of Song de Light audio play, and held within lovecontu tru’adreyam time signature.

For the audio version on my audio streams:

https://soundcloud.com/kaitlynzq/extended-expanded-upon-scenes-two-for-legend-of-song-de-light

And, for the audio streams and text version on my blog:

https://kaitlynzq.com/blog/extended-amp-expanded-upon-scenes-two-for-legend-of-song-de-light

About the Author

My fictional stories are written from the inside view
of a character’s interior heart-that

beautiful, vulnerable, intimate space
feelings, desires, needs, dreams

a blend of

delicate feather ripples of heart waves
needs, feelings, dreams, desires
quiet, gentle heart strings
tender, continuous
soft, vulnerable air mist
circles, weaves to caress
a sonic sea of heart’s breath

Woven into audio books that are recorded in my voice with a medley of music as a heart’s wave into downloadable mp3 files; audio plays adapted from the audio books, and layered into pdf files like a heart’s song; audio poems that are multiple poems designed to connect to form a story as a heart’s breath; and audio sets that are sets of these interconnected stories with elements from each story that interweave in one another as heart’s wave, heart’s song, heart’s breath.

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"The Life to Come" by Michelle de Kretser

REVIEW and EXCERPT

The Life to Come

by Michelle de Kretser

It’s that time again - book club! This month, we’re featuring The Life to Come by Michelle de Kretser. You can read my review and the opinions of my fellow book clubbers. Please feel free to share your own thoughts in the comments section below.

I’ll be away for August book club but will be back in September with a new book club selection.

Description

Set in Sydney, Paris and Sri Lanka, The Life to Come is a mesmerising novel about the stories we tell and don't tell ourselves as individuals, as societies and as nations. It feels at once firmly classic and exhilaratingly contemporary.

Pippa is a writer who longs for success. Celeste tries to convince herself that her feelings for her married lover are reciprocated. Ash makes strategic use of his childhood in Sri Lanka but blots out the memory of a tragedy from that time. Driven by riveting stories and unforgettable characters, here is a dazzling meditation on intimacy, loneliness and our flawed perception of other people.

Profoundly moving as well as wickedly funny, The Life to Come reveals how the shadows cast by both the past and the future can transform, distort and undo the present. This extraordinary novel by Miles Franklin-winning author Michelle de Kretser will strike to your soul.

Excerpt

The house by the river belonged to an old man whose relationship to George Meshaw was complicated but easily covered by ‘cousin’. He had lived there alone, with a painting that was probably a Bonnard. Now he was in a nursing home, following a stroke, and George’s mother had taken charge of the painting. It was her idea that George should live in the house until it was clear whether or not their cousin was coming home. She had flown up to Sydney for the day, and George met her for a late lunch. George’s mother wore a dark Melbourne dress and asked the waiter for ‘Really cold water’, between remarking on the humidity and the jacarandas—you would never guess that she had lived in Sydney for the first thirty-one years of her life. She bent her head over her handbag, and George found himself looking at a scene from childhood. His mother was on the phone, with the orange wall in the living room behind her. As he watched her, she bent forward from the waist, still holding the receiver. Her hair stood out around her head: George saw a dark-centred golden flower. He couldn’t have been more than six but he understood that his mother was trying to block out the noise around her—he folded like that, too, protecting a book or a toy when ‘Dinner!’ was called—and that this was difficult because the room was full of the loud jazz his father liked to play.

Over the years, George’s mother’s hair had been various colours and lengths, and now it was a soft yellow sunburst again, still with that central dark star. She produced a supermarket receipt from her bag and read from the back of it: ‘Hair Apparent. Do or Dye.’

‘The Head Gardener,’ replied George. ‘Moody Hair.’

They were in the habit of noting down the names of hairdressing salons for each other. His mother said, ‘Also, I saw this in an airport shop: “Stainless steel is immune to rust, discoloration and corrosion. This makes it ideal for men’s jewellery.”’

George and his mother had the same high laugh—hee hee hee—and otherwise didn’t resemble each other at all. The Bonnard was beside her, done up in cardboard and propped on a chair. When George asked what it was like, his mother said, ‘A naked woman and wallpaper. He needed an excuse to paint light.’

[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]

Praise for the Book

Prizes:
Winner of the 2018 Miles Franklin Award
Shortlisted for the 2018 Stella Award
Winner of the 2019 NSW Premier's Literary Awards Christina Stead Prize for Fiction

“I so much admire Michelle de Kretser's formidable technique - her characters feel alive, and she can create a sweeping narrative which encompasses years, and yet still retain the sharp, almost hallucinatory detail.” ~ Hilary Mantel

“Michelle de Kretser knows how to construct a gripping story. She writes quickly and lightly of wonderful and terrible things ... A master storyteller.” ~ A.S. Byatt

“... one of those rare writers whose work balances substance with style. Her writing is very witty, but it also goes deep, informed at every point by a benign and far-reaching intelligence.” ~ Kerryn Goldsworthy, Sydney Morning Herald

“... a dazzlingly accomplished author who commands all the strokes. Her repertoire stretches from a hallucinatory sense of place to a mastery of suspense, sophisticated verbal artistry and a formidable skill in navigating those twisty paths where history and psychology entwine.” ~ Boyd Tonkin, Independent

“For a novel concerned with dislocation, there's a lot of grounding humor in The Life to Come. Most of it comes at the expense of Pippa and her ilk, but de Kretser's observations are so spot on, you'll forgive her even as you cringe.” ~ New York Times Book Review

Book Clubbers’ Thoughts

Being winter here, most of our book clubbers are off seeking warmer climes. This month, only Jan, Kerrie, and I were present.

Jan: “I got about a third of the way through. I found it wordy, pretentious, and boring. It’s almost as if the author did a writing course and tried to include everything she learned into the book.”

Kerrie: “I had read it before and got it confused with one of her other books, which I did enjoy. I tried to read it again but couldn’t. I did like her descriptions, especially of Glebe – which I am familiar with. Her image of frangipanis on the footpaths is very accurate. I think the title refers to living for the future and not the present, that is, concentrating too much on what you want in the future that you forget to enjoy the now.”

Consensus: Give this one a miss.

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My Review

By Lynda Dickson

The Life to Come is less a novel and more a collection of five short stories that intertwine and overlap, featuring appearances or mentions of characters met elsewhere, all linked by the central character Pippa.

“The Fictive Self”, set in Sydney, tells the story of George, an aspiring author. He meets Pippa in university. “Pippa had been in his tutorial on ‘The Fictive Self’: a Pass student whose effortful work George had pitied enough to bump up to a Credit at the last moment.” We find out more about the writing careers of both George and Pippa as the book progresses.

“The Ashfield Tamil”, also set in Sydney, centers on Cassie, who is “writing a thesis on Australian expatriate novelists”, and her Sri Lankan born boyfriend Ash. Cassie went to school with Pippa, and they are still in touch.

“The Museum of Romantic Life”, set in Paris, introduces us to Celeste, a translator who meets Pippa at an exhibition at the Australian Embassy during the period when Pippa starts writing a new novel set in Paris.

In “Pippa Passes”, we finally get the story from Pippa’s point of view.

This is as far as I got (67% of the way in) when Book Club met. I really wanted to like this book but, if I hadn’t been reading it for Book Club, I would have given up much earlier. Pippa, who is the linking character, is an acquired taste, a do-gooder who butts into everyone’s business. There are numerous other characters, each with no redeeming features. I didn’t care what happened to any of them, and nothing happens anyway, which makes it hard to continue reading. In addition, the author has the annoying tendency of introducing characters and only naming them later, making the narrative hard to follow. She also tries too hard to be “literary” and, as a result, suffers from the same maladies she makes fun of:

“… the meaning of each word was clear and the meaning of sentences baffled. Insignificant yet crucial words like ‘however’ and ‘which’—words whose meaning was surely beyond dispute—had been deployed in ways that made no sense.”

“George detected a borrowing: Pippa had come across the word somewhere and been impressed.”

That being said, there are some great descriptive passages, with the author having a particular fondness of anthropomorphizing the scenery:

“Brick bungalows cowered at the base of the cliff and skulked on the ridge above—it seemed an affront for which they would all be punished.”

She also makes astute observations on

Australian literature: “After some difficulty, a professor who would admit to having once read an Australian novel was found.”),

the media: “… the national broadcaster—a viper’s nest of socialists, tree-huggers and ugly, barren females—had seized on the survey, exhuming one of its bleeding-heart ideologues to moan about funding cuts to education.”,

politics: “Education being a trivial portfolio, the minister, a golden boy, had also been entrusted with Immigration.”,

race: “He was a Jaffna Tamil, he said. ‘But here no one knows who we are. What to do?’ Cassie was familiar with this kind of thing. Her grandmother had grown up in Vienna, and laments about Australian ignorance circulated readily with the torte.”,

character: “People often remarked that Pippa and Cassie were like sisters. That was quite true in the sense that each girl kept track of, rejected and coveted whatever belonged to the other.”,

Australians: “Australians are hard-working and very successful. They are suspicious of their success and resent it. They are winners who prefer to see themselves as victims. Their national hero, Ned Kelly, was a violent criminal—they take this as proof of their egalitarianism. They worship money, of course.”,

and the passage of time (these last quotes linking back to the book’s title):

“What was coming was a life in which his father was a stranger.”

“… when Ash thought of Australia it seemed to belong less to his past than to a time to come, luminous and open-ended.”

“Australians are ashamed of the past. You have no choice but to look forward.”

“Pippa, looking forward, saw a life that had drained away in the service of novels no one wanted to read.”

Warnings: coarse language, sexual references.

Some of My Favorite Lines

“George looked on cooking as time stolen from books.”

“George’s own novel sang inside him. He was taking apart everything he knew and putting it back together differently in ruled A4 notebooks.”

“The sun rose over the misty park: an autumn sun, a flat red disc that had strayed from a Japanese print.”

“I wish I could be a successful writer because then I wouldn’t have to want to be a successful writer.”

“Silently Céleste recited words that meant Australia: sport, veranda, up yourself, teenagers with braces, little battler, the peppercorn tree, provincial touchiness, provincial kindness, dirty wog. Each one was a scene dense with detail, lit in a distinctive way.”

About the Author

Michelle de Kretser was born in Colombo, Sri Lanka. Her family emigrated to Australia when she was a teenager, and she was educated in Melbourne and Paris. She is the author of four previous novels - including the Miles Franklin Award-winning Questions of Travel and the Man Booker Prize-longlisted The Lost Dog - and a novella, Springtime. De Kretser now lives in Sydney with her partner, the poet and translator, Chris Andrews. She is an Honorary Associate of the English Department at the University of Sydney.

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"Gavin Goode" by David B. Seaburn

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Gavin Goode

by David B. Seaburn

Gavin Goode by David B. Seaburn is currently on tour with Silver Dagger BookTours. The tour stops here today for a guest post by the author, an excerpt, and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

Description

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but I think I died today.”

So begins the complex and mysterious journey of Gavin Goode and his family. What happened to Gavin and why? What secrets will emerge along the way? Frankie, his wife and a dress store owner, feels guilty, but why? His son, Ryan, who owns an ice cream parlor, and daughter-in-law, Jenna, who is a bank manager, are expecting their first baby. How will this trauma affect them? And what of Rosemary, Frankie’s best friend? Or Ben Hillman and eleven year old, Christopher? How are they implicated in the events that unfold around Gavin’s misfortune?

This is a story of despair and hope, dreams and reality, uncertainty and faith, humor, secrecy, forgiveness, and beginnings. As in his previous novels, David B. Seaburn demonstrates his in-depth understanding of the human experience and his storytelling mastery.

Excerpt

[In which Gavin awakens to an unexpected development.]

“I don’t know why and I don’t know how, but I think I died today.”

Gavin is a perceptive guy. He looks at this problem from every angle. Where is his body, for instance? Why doesn’t he see anything or feel anything? Hear? Smell? Where has the world gone? He doesn’t have a clue what happened. He doesn’t remember anything. Surely there would have been a warning sign, something that cried out, “Mayday, mayday! Brace yourself!” But there was nothing… He traces his final hours as best he can… He thinks back a little further, searching for clues. Last Tuesday he saw Dr. Nguyen for his annual. Blood test, prostate exam (not a fan), ticker check, everything was normal. “You are in good shape for your age, Mr. Goode,” said the doctor. “What does that mean?” thought Gavin. “Someone my age? I’m fifty-two, which isn’t young, I’ll grant you that, but it’s not old, not these days. Maybe in my old man’s time, but not today. Fifty has to be ‘the new’…something younger…”

He’d been afraid of death for as long as he could remember. Every lump or bump was cancer. And every odd looking crap was also cancer. He always assumed the Big C was sneaking around his insides, like ISIS metastasizing, calling up reinforcements, slinking around in his cracks and crevices, waiting for the right time to attack. It happens. Let’s say you feel great but you’re due for your flu shot, so you go to the doctor’s and just as you are leaving, you say, “By the way, doc, before I go, could you take a look at this thing on my leg?” And your doctor’s eyes narrow as she studies the tiny black bruise. She excuses herself and returns with a senior colleague who takes his glasses off the top of his head so he can get a better look, only to remove them again and shake his head. Your doctor shakes her head, too, and says, “Should have come in months ago.” You know the rest…

Gavin has issues. It all started with his grandfather, his Papa, who lived with them when he was a boy. He was close to Papa, who played catch with him, explored the woods near their house with him, read books with him, made bird houses with him, did just about everything with the young Gavin. As Gavin grew up and Papa got older, things changed. They didn’t hang together as much. Papa stayed home watching TV most of the time.

One day Gavin comes home from school and Papa is sitting in his recliner, Days of Our Lives blaring on the TV. Gavin calls to him, “Hey Papa, how’s it going?” When he doesn’t answer, Gavin figures he can’t hear, so he cranks it up, “PAPA, HOW’S IT GOING?” Nothing. So he walks over to Papa’s chair and taps him on the shoulder, at which point, Papa slumps over to one side. Totally scares the shit out of young Gavin. He thinks of doing CPR, but he can’t bring himself to get that involved with his grandfather’s mouth. The creepiness factor is too high. Anyway, as far as Gavin can tell Papa is long gone.

So he calls his mother who totally freaks at the news. She drops the phone and dashes home as fast as she can. But no matter what she does, it still takes at least twenty minutes for her to get there. Twenty minutes alone with dead Papa. What to do, right? Watch the show with him? Talk to him? Close his mouth? Prop him up and comb his hair so he looks more like himself when Gavin’s mother gets home? In the end, Gavin can’t touch his grandfather.

It had been a long day at school. Gavin missed lunch because of a meeting with his school counselor and he’s starving. So he goes to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He thinks of going back into the living room, but it seems disrespectful to eat in front of Papa, considering the condition he’s in, so Gavin stays in the kitchen.

That’s where he is when his mother gets home. Let’s just say she isn’t pleased and she doesn’t understand Gavin’s reasoning. “He’s your last grandparent! At least sit with him! God knows he sat with you often enough!” Gavin wants to say, “Hey, I’m, like, I came home and there’s Papa sitting in front of the TV, all dead, and no one’s around and it totally scared the crap out of me. At least I stayed in the house. I didn’t run out into the street screaming like a crazy person, which is what I wanted to do. Shouldn’t I get points for that? It may not have been ‘A’ work on my part, but it wasn’t an ‘F’ either; it was at least a ‘C’ or ‘C-’.” But in a moment of rare wisdom he doesn’t say anything. He realizes that basically she is right, though he still feels that eating a peanut butter and sweet pickle sandwich in front of his dead grandfather would not have been in good taste.

Praise for the Book

“Gavin Goode is creative and compelling writing. This is my first venture into David B. Seaburn’s work. I appreciated his wit and unexpected humor, which helped this book stand out from others.” ~ Trying to Read It All!

“Clever plot of multiple layers woven together with riveting dialogue culminating in a satisfying dénouement. Enthusiastically recommended!” ~ Alan Lorenz

“Multiple perspective novels can sometimes be tricky if one voice becomes more compelling than the others, but this is very well-written, with each chapter driving the story as well as giving vital insights into the characters. […] This is a psychologically involving, moving story, with beautifully drawn characters.” ~ Lorraine Douglas

“I like the stylized rendition of ‘The Scream’ on its cover, the opening line, ‘I don't know why and I don't know how, but I think I died today’, and the layering of moral messages within wasn't too heavy-handed.” ~ Emi Bevacqua

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My Writing Process

When I start writing a new novel, I never know how it’s going to end. I trust that the impetus to move forward, usually a feeling that is difficult to articulate, will be enough to I get the journey started. Although I am going out not knowing exactly where I’m supposed to go, I am not going blind. I have well-developed character profiles and life circumstances in which to put them that will stimulate the kind of conflict that makes for good narrative.

In the process, I discover what the themes are that I am working with. This may seem counter-intuitive, but I often don’t know what I’m writing about until I start writing. The writing process is always one of discovery. And this purposeful not-knowing gives writing an energy and serendipity that is remarkably generative. I feel like I am not just the creator, but the created, changing through the writing process as much as my characters change.

It is exciting to know that for the next 14-18 months I will sit alone with these characters and wrestle with issues, dilemmas, and conundrums that are important to me and, I hope, to the reader. The beginning phase is expansive as the characters develop and their options are wide. Somewhere past the midway mark, though, those options narrow, as it become clear that there are some things the characters would do and some they would not. In a sense, the characters exert as much influence over the story as I do. The end of the story comes to me first as something intuitive, a feeling, a sense that I am on the final leg of the journey even though I may not yet have words for what it will be. Often it is in the last fifty pages that the end will take form and words will coalesce into final scenes, paragraphs, and sentences.

Of course, that is not the end. Editing before publication may go on another year or more. The drafts get shorter, tighter, and more to the point.

In terms of my writing routine, I don’t write every day, which is to say I don’t sit in front of my computer every day. But when I am working on a novel, I feel like I am always writing; that something is at work in my mind even when I am not trying to put it down in words. I often edit as I go, reworking sentences, paragraphs, scene choreography, even characters. I like to have a well-crafted chapter before I go on to the next, even though the whole thing may change later. I have an office downstairs where I am surrounded by books and quiet. In the summer, though, I prefer to write on our screened-in porch.

I rarely have writer’s block. I think this is because I have accepted that I not only don’t know, but I don’t have to know where I am going in order to write productively.

About the Author

In 2010, I retired after having been the director of a public school based free family counseling center.

Prior to that, I was an Assistant Professor of Psychiatry and Family Medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center for almost twenty years. During my tenure there, I taught in a Family Medicine Residency Program, practiced Medical Family Therapy and was the Director of a Family Therapy Training Program.

In addition to this, I am a retired Presbyterian minister, having graduated from seminary (Boston University) in 1975. I served a church full-time from 1975-1981 before entering the mental health field permanently. I am married; we have two adult daughters and two wonderful granddaughters.

My educational background includes two master's degrees and a PhD. Most of my career was as an assistant professor of psychiatry and family medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center. There, I wrote two professional books and over 65 papers and book chapters.

In addition to long fiction, I write personal essays, many of which have been published in the Psychotherapy Networker magazine. I also write a blog, Going Out Not Knowing, for Psychology Today magazine.

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