Christmas Memories

When I was a little girl, this was the most magical time of the year. My father made it so. On Christmas Eve, I would go to sleep under duress because I was assured Santa would not come if anyone in the house was awake. While I slept, our living room was transformed into an enchanted wonderland. Balloons, streamers and confetti blanketed the room, toys were strewn everywhere, stockings on the mantelpiece bulged with treats, Christmas music played. The cookies, milk and carrots left for Santa and his reindeer were conveniently gone. Only a few crumbles remained. I was told that jingle bells rang, along with a resounding “Ho, Ho, Ho,” to signal Santa’s presence and departure, but I never heard either. I did not realize then, that of course, many children were not fortunate enough to have this abundance.

I maintained this tradition for my children. I could not have done otherwise. One might argue that this is a gaudy and overly lavish display; that this might engender selfishness and lack of understanding of the season. Nothing could be less true. To ameliorate the overwhelming profusion, my father would allow us to pick three toys to keep and would lock the rest away. Once a month, we were allowed to pick one toy. That way, everything was appreciated, enjoyed and lasted all year. I did the same.

If this was spoiling my children, it didn’t take. They are both the kindest, most considerate, generous and loving individuals I have ever known. I don’t know if they will continue this tradition with their children. I hope so. In that way, my father still lives and shares Christmas with us. 

This is an especially bittersweet time because I miss him so much. I can see him sitting in the corner, watching, laughing, loving every minute of our joy. Merry Christmas, Daddy.

Merry Christmas, All.

                                                          Illustration by Lynn Bywaters

EDUCATED- DECEMBER 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Educated by Tara Westover is a chilling, biographical account of one women’s journey from her rural upbringing in Utah to Cambridge and Harvard and back. A journey that was almost a fatal, both physically and emotionally.

Raised in a fundamentalist Mormon home, Westover yearned for learning outside of her narrow, constricted life. Unable to even attend school because of her bi-polar, religious zealot father’s insistence on supposed, non-existent, “home-schooling,” she was forced to glean whatever information she could from borrowed magazines, music and books.

Westover’s father’s paranoia grew to such an extent that even serious injuries and medical emergencies were only treated at home under the supervision of Westover’s mother, who practiced homeopathic, herbalist techniques. Everyone in the outside world was considered a threat.

As if this behavior was not enough, Westover and her siblings were forced to work for their father under grueling, unsafe conditions in salvage and construction while preparing for the “end of days.” The father’s controlling, domineering personality, coupled with the mother’s bullied, cowardice and compliance acted as an effective brain-washing technique for all the children. This smothering control extended to ignoring physical and mental abuse.

Tara Westover’s recounting of unremitting determination is inspiring, shocking and heartbreaking at the same time. She questioned her abilities every step of the way. Perhaps the very grit that allowed her to survive under such circumstances was the foundation that allowed her to succeed.

Recommend.

Looking at the Ocean

One of my favorite things is people-watching; observing people, especially strangers. It’s endlessly fascinating. Also just watching. 

Airports are a particularly rich ground for this occupation. In a major hub like Atlanta, New York or Chicago, it is very gratifying. You are as likely to see a farmer in a baseball cap from the Midwest as a lovely, dark-skinned woman in a colorful sari. It’s quite amazing what you can discern from close observation. You can often tell how others feel about traveling, at least in that moment. A haggard mother with a year-and-half-year old and another one on the way can’t wait for it to be over. A mysterious, dark-haired beauty, once stunning now simply striking, looks as if she doesn’t have a care. She could be an accountant for all I know, but she looks like an aging, Sophia Loren-type movie star. Or a spy.

I’ve enjoyed people-watching since I was a little girl. I grew up in a mid-sized, southern town. My mother and I (sometimes my sister and brothers would join us) would simply park on Main Street and watch people walk by. Sometimes we had an ice-cream cone or a lemonade.

This seems a lost pastime in the world of computers, laptops, ipads and cell phones. No one even looks up from their devices these days. It’s a real shame. They miss so much. It’s wonderful to observe your fellow humans. After all, they created everything you are looking at, or the ability to look at it. I miss those Main Street days. It was quiet, with quiet conversation and laughter.

One way I have partially recovered those days is by parking in a random spot and just watching traffic go by and having coffee with a friend. We used to call it “looking at the ocean.” I still do, living somewhat land-locked. Again, my mother’s idea. She coined the phrase. What a lovely way to get that quiet. It’s not time lost. It’s time gained. It’s not so much what you are doing, it’s the being present. Being still enough to observe. I sometimes wonder about all my lost time, looking at my phone.

SOMETHING IN THE WATER- NOVEMBER 2018 BOOK SELECTION

I don’t usually choose a book because of the huge media blitz behind it. This novel has had a good bit of that. Nowadays, anyone can say something is brilliant and who are we to argue? Social Media has its pitfalls in that regard. But something about the description of this book intrigued me, i.e. a mystery, a tense psychological thriller, a young couple, a desert island. You get the picture. At the very least, I thought it would be a fun, “beach-read.”

The aforesaid couple, newlywed, is on the perfect, luxurious, honeymoon. Although outward appearances seem to indicate a wonderful life, all is, we have already learned, not ideal. During an outing, the couple randomly discovers “something in the water.” However, long before that discovery, from the first page of the book, we know there is trouble in paradise. From that beginning, the narrator skillfully takes us back to where things go wrong. Full of twists and turns and unexpected complications, the author takes us on a wild ride. It’s pretty heart-stopping.

I had a hard time not wanting to choke certain characters for their repeated, ridiculous and foolish choices. I kept thinking, “Are you kidding me?” But the most interesting facet of the novel was the examination of the concepts of human error, greed, and rationalization and how those aspects of human behavior and unconnected random events can alter utterly a life trajectory.

Fun. Kind of. Disturbing.

Shakespeare in the Park

Aside from writing, one of my great loves is acting. For over twenty years I have been involved with the plays of Shakespeare in the Park. I have worked backstage and on stage and as an Assistant Director in several productions.

At the moment we are in the final week of performances for The Scottish Play. The play, M****** shall not be named due to theatre and actor superstitions. The director doesn’t believe in the superstition but nevertheless, we have had injuries, blown lights, sound issues and the annihilation of our set due to a hurricane. Our opening night was rained out. A bit strange, yes? It is said that the play is cursed because Shakespeare used actual incantations in the witches’ scenes. Hmmmm….. Nasty bit of business.

All that aside, for twenty-five years the performances  in the park have been stellar, with great actors telling the stories and making the language live for modern audiences.

It seems Shakespeare’s plays were meant to be performed outside, under the stars. There is no other theatre experience like it. The audience may brings chairs and/or blankets, a picnic and a beverage of choice to sit in the amphitheater and enjoy the experience with the moon shining through the trees.

“...the play’s the thing…”

                        Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2

NEWS OF THE WORLD- OCTOBER 2018 BOOK SELECTION

News of the World by Paulette Jiles is another selection made by my Book Club  and another revelation. The novel takes place after the Civil War while the nation is still in a state of unrest. Texas is under martial law in a bid to contain a lawless situation. Captain Jefferson Kyle Kidd, seventy-one, widower and veteran of three wars, makes his living going from town to town in Texas, giving live readings of newspaper articles to groups of interested listeners. Some of his audience cannot read, while others simply prefer to “hear” what is happening.

While in Wichita Falls, near the then Indian Border, he is approached by an acquaintance. He is persuaded to deliver a child, a ten year-old girl, to relatives living in a small town near San Antonio. This child is a rescued captive of Kiowa Indians, having lived with them for four years. Her true family, German immigrants, were brutally slaughtered in front of her. This would be a dangerous and long journey under any circumstances, but there is an additional problem. Johanna Leonberger, the little girl, considers herself a Kiowa and did not want to be rescued. 

The novel follows their four-hundred-mile journey, facing thieves, child-traffickers, murderous Comanche and Kiowa and the Federal Army to name a few. The formation of the bond between the Kep-dun, as she calls him, and Johanna is inevitable but has consequences when he must deliver her to her less than desirable relatives.                  

Not to be missed.

Highly Recommend.

My Reading Life

I love to give books as presents. I am always surprised when I learn that someone doesn’t love reading. Or, they love reading but somehow they just don’t have time to do it. How can that be? Even when I am exhausted, I need to read one or two pages in order to relax enough to fall asleep. Certainly there must have been times in my life when I simply was too tired or too busy to read-when my babies were little, for example. But to go for an extended period of time without reading…., that’s inconceivable to me.

Okay, I’m going to try to be fair here. I suppose there are people that live for extreme sports and aren’t happy when they are not skirting danger. Or hiking. Or painting. Or cooking. Or anything really. For my husband, it’s golf (He is also a converted non-reader J). I love other things, too. But reading? I can’t imagine a full life without it.

Reading is an essential part of existence. It’s every single day. Reading for pleasure is another thing entirely, I suppose. Still. When I used to teach English, there was always required reading and this was usually met with groans. In addition to required reading, I learned to give students the chance to read anything they chose. It wasn’t necessary it be a classic, (they would get those anyway) but just something they would enjoy. It worked every single time.

The Great American Book Read is a big thing on PBS at the moment. PBS developed a list of 100 books that are considered America’s favorites. It asks readers to vote for their favorite/favorites (as if that’s even possible), and it challenges people to read and share and talk about reading. It would be a wonderful thing if it encouraged even one non-reader to try it; to pick up a book.

HIS DARK MATERIALS- SEPTEMBER 2018 BOOK SELECTION

His Dark Materials is a series of three novels by Phillip Pullman: The Golden Compass(also published under the title Northern Lights), The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass. I read these novels many years ago and was enchanted. I recently experienced them again on Audible.com and was not disappointed.

Pullman’s trilogy is considered a masterpiece and is reminiscent of the works of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. Like those masters, Pullman has created a story of a parallel universe where magic, witches and talking animals are commonplace At the center of this story is a young, fierce, indomitable little girl, Lyra. Her adventures and struggle to combat evil and right the world create a mythical heroine. Not to be missed.

Highly recommend.

  

Book Club!

I have not been in a book club for twenty years. I’ve heard of friends being part of a club but all were closed with more than enough members. My best friend doesn’t read anything but the news on her iPad or political diatribes on FaceBook, so no help there. My husband loves to read but our taste in books is quite dissimilar. Dilemma. 

I love to read. Almost everything. That should be enough but I often also love to discuss books I have just read. It’s nice to hear differing points of view; to discover things I missed. So quite out of the blue, while on a neighborhood information page, I noticed a woman who, having just moved to town, was interested in starting a book club. I contacted her along with about fifty other people! Obviously there is a need here.

As luck would have it, I was out of town for the first meeting. Disappointing, but I read the first book anyway. For the third meeting, I was able to get a hold of the book, and read A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles (See my Book Blog earlier this month). I had never heard of the book or the author and as I related in my blog, probably would not have picked it up; and if I had, not finish it. I’m so glad I did. A wonderful book and another reason to join a book club. Discovery.

I made it to my first meeting last week through a torrential rainstorm (really). I felt a little behind but was relieved to meet two other first-timers. It was fun. I enjoyed it immensely. New, interesting friends, discovering new books. Two of life’s pleasures.

A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW- AUGUST 2018 BOOK SELECTION

It’s a pleasure to tell you about my latest read, A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles. This novel was a surprise to me. I had never heard of the author and probably would never have chosen it on my own. How I came to read it is a story for my next blog, but suffice it to say I did.

A Gentleman in Moscow was a slow burn for me. The writing was lovely. It was pleasant. I was not riveted. In another circumstance I may have put it down in favor of something else. I’ve come to the decision, there are so many books I WANT to read, that I won’t waste time on something I don’t love. In this case, that would have been a big mistake. It took about 100 pages, but I was hooked.

An aristocrat in 1922 Russia, the young, handsome, Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov is sentenced to House Arrest in the Metropol Hotel in Moscow. If he should ever step outside the hotel, he will be put to death. It is the beginning of the Russian Revolution and not only is he an aristocrat, but he has written a poem that is considered suspect by the ruling party.

Ever elegant and refined, Rostov creates as rich a world as is possible within his confinement. He comes to discover not only the secrets of the hotel but of the lives and worlds of people that move in and out as occupants and staff. There is secrecy, mystery, hair-raising schemes, humor and drama. How the Count moves from a man of leisure to the discovery of his purpose is intriguing.

The best description is it is like reading in front of a fire on a cold day, covered by a cashmere blanket. The problem, you don’t want it to end. Don’t miss this one.

Highly recommend.

Clutter Me Not

Have you ever thought to notice that objects, articles of clothing, bibelots, things remain long after the owner, wearer, user is gone? It may seem a little dark to dwell on the thought, but to me it seems curious. We often subscribe feelings, memories and reminiscences to these things. Such as “this was my mother’s ring,” this belonged to my father, grandmother, etc. We feel a connection to these objects, almost as if they are a part of the person. Imbued with their spirit somehow. They aren’t, of course. I am certainly guilty of sentimental attachments of this kind.

There is a chair in my home that I pass every single day. This chair was in my grandmother’s house, in my mother’s childhood home. When I see it, I think of them, of their lives so many decades ago. I can “see” it in my mind’s eye. Somehow it is comforting. The chair is not my grandmother or my mother, yet it gives me comfort.

The double-edged sword of this anthropomorphism is twofold. First, the ascribing of such characteristics makes a loss of any these objects a source of grief. Secondly, clutter. Maybe this is just me. But I believe I have every piece of construction paper that my children put a crayon to. I have every letter, card and note my mother ever sent me. I love seeing her handwriting. I love remembering my children’s attempts at drawing. You see the problem here. How to cull?

I am not a hoarder but how to live a freer life? I love the idea of fewer possessions, of not being weighed down with things. So, I’m a work in progress. Wish me luck. But don’t be looking at that chair.

ELEANOR OLIPHANT- JULY 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman is unlike any story I have read. Wholly original, funny, sad and surprising, the author invites us into Eleanor’s world and we experience it with her.

Eleanor, the titular character is a loner in the truest sense of the word. Although she works and lives in a metropolitan city, she has only the most cursory contact with others. She tells us she likes it that way. She works, has pizza and vodka on the weekends (to the point of passing out) and talks with her mother once a week.

Eleanor’s lack of social skills makes us cringe but also laugh. There is an Asperger’s-like quality to her interactions, but one suspects early on that this is because she never learned these skills rather than as a result of an organic condition. Her avid intellect is hampered by a complete lack of common sense. Gradually, we learn of her disturbing past.

A chance encounter disrupts her regimented life and causes her great distress. Reluctantly she allows herself to experience new interactions and begins to change. It should be said that this is not a love story in the traditional sense. It’s a story of possibilities, unimaginable loss and transformation. I loved this novel from beginning to end.

Highly recommend.

Les Beaux Oiseaux

Les Beaux Oiseaux. The Beautiful Birds. Ornithology. One of my favorite things. The scientific study of birds. For me, it’s really just a love of watching birds. It is quietly meditative to observe them eat, fly, splash in a birdbath, groom. Serene, artless and calming.

When I was in college majoring in Biology and minoring in English (not a popular choice in the Biology Department, but perfect for me), I needed a zoology credit. Choosing Ornithology was a decision that became a lifelong pleasure.

For the final exam we met the professor in a cemetery at dawn. Not as strange as it seems. Far from being a creepy, dark place full of ghosts, it was radiant and green and full of light and life. Vast stretches of grassy slopes, lakes and huge, ancient trees gave it a mystical quality. The birds were up early, singing their hearts out and swooping from branch to headstone, to branch. Herons stood on one leg and dipped their bills to drink from the still, glassy water’s surface. It was not easy to find everything the professor pointed out, but it was fascinating to try.

Not too long ago I found a wonderful free App called Merlin Bird ID from the Cornell Lab, a research and conservation organization that allows you to identify birds in the field by entering size, color, location, etc. Wonderful.

I’m truly a nerd at heart and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Painted Bunting- Davesgarden.com

I know, right?

And...

Photography by Achmad Munasit aka "asit"

THE GOOD HOUSE- JUNE 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Sixty-year-old Hildy Good is the most successful real estate agent in Wendover, Massachusetts. She is a mother, a grandmother and has a reputation for being a witch. She claims it’s only her acute observational skills, but she is in fact a descendent of Goody Good, a woman accused and hung at Salem.

Hildy is the narrator of The Good House by Ann Leary and makes a laconic, dry, funny observer of the characters in her town. She is also a raging, secret alcoholic in complete denial. At the insistence of her daughters, she once entered rehab, but has since fallen off the wagon and it’s beginning to show.

Affairs, parents coping with difficult children, eccentric townspeople and a nostalgic look back at a summer romance entertain and intrigue but we know a serious fall is coming. This is an excellent view of the mind of an alcoholic. Entertaining, sad, informative.

Courage

It takes courage to get through this life. Even with an embarrassment of riches: family, looks, shelter, food, spiritual belief and strong relationships. Even with all of that, it’s not easy. It’s so evident when we see the tragic stories of those who seemingly have everything. So, does it come down to courage or some other indefinable quality? What is called inner fortitude?

There are those in my immediate circle that have had, and continue to have, unimaginable challenges; physical disabilities, deeply troubling medical problems, family tragedies, premature deaths; situations too troubling to conceive. How do they do it? Where do they get their strength? How do they cope? No one knows anyone’s dark night of the soul and we can never really see the struggle. But something gets them through.

It has been said that the original meaning of Courage comes from the Latin, meaning "heart." Brené Brown says the original meaning was to “tell the story of who you are with your whole heart.” That seems right.  

I wish I knew what it is. I wish I understood it. I know I admire it immensely. It helps me shrug off petty problems. I think it’s important to identify what you conceive of as your purpose. Your “heart,” if you will. If you are not sure, continue to look for it. When you do find it, you will know. Grab it. Hold on to it. Get on with it. No whining.

Courage.

THE CUKOO’S CALLING-MAY 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Detective Comoron Strike is down on his luck, to put it mildly. A former war veteran and military investigator, he has a nasty breakup with his longtime girlfriend, is being hounded by creditors, is homeless and sleeping in his office. To add insult, he lost a leg in an explosion during his service in Afghanistan and is in constant pain. This is our introduction to one of the most interesting characters since Lisbeth Salander of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

The Cukoo’s Calling is the first crime novel in what is now a three-part series (soon to be four) by Robert Galbraith. Mr. Galbraith is the open-secret pseudonym of J.K. Rowling of Harry Potter fame. I have never read the Potter series but of course know of its popularity. At the time it was released I was working on part three of my own fantasy Middle Grade series and did not want to be influenced. (I needn’t have worried. :)

Strike is about to have a sea change. He is approached by a wealthy client who wishes Strike to prove that his famous sister’s death was not a suicide as was reported. On the same day, he hires a temp to answer the phone with no hope of paying her. Both events alter his trajectory.

Galbraith/Rowling hits it out of the park with this book. Fast-paced, suspenseful and fully literary, I loved every page. By the way, while researching Galbraith I learned that there is about to be a TV series based on this book called Strike on BBC. Woot!

Highly Recommend.

Stay Curious

One gift I would give my children and those that come after is the gift of curiosity. Have you noticed that children are endlessly curious about anything and everything? They are constantly growing, not just physically but mentally. Every single day brings something wonderful, something new. They set a good example.

Life can be a long haul for many of us and it’s hard not to be jaded, indifferent and complacent. And if not one or all of those, at least boringly, increasingly pragmatic. It’s perhaps good to be practical about paying bills, getting groceries in the house and planning ahead when it affects well-being, but otherwise, not so much.

There are so many things I am curious about, so many things I want to know. For example: the names of birds (I know, nerdy, right?) and what their individual songs sound like; the work being done on the human genome by the Crispr and how extraordinary the implications of that technology; the discoveries being made of deep space; the very real possibility of self-healing, not to mention the healing capabilities of others that we can’t yet explain. I could fill volumes with what I wish I knew and understood.

I recently spent some time with someone who believes they have all the answers about everything. They are relatively young but very closed to new ideas. Especially those ideas that challenge their opinions. I would laugh if it wasn’t so sad. What a waste to not be open.

So if there is wisdom here, it’s this: there is no excuse to ever be bored. No excuse to close yourself off. If you are bored or closed off, there is something else going on. We are all information seekers. Look at the phones glued to our hands. They are splendid technology but there are other ways of learning. Observe, converse, read books, go to lectures, listen to music, learn a new language, watch a program about something you don’t understand. 

Stay curious. Always.

MIDNIGHT AT THE BRIGHT IDEAS BOOKSTORE: A NOVEL- APRIL 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Midnight at the Bright Ideas Bookstore by Matthew Sullivan was an Audible book discovery. It’s a perfect blend of unique story, character study, hair-raising suspense, and murder mystery.

Lydia Smith lives a quiet, understated life by design. She likes it that way. Working in an independent bookstore, the eccentric clients have become her family. When one customer takes his life in the bookstore, there are many unanswered questions. Inexplicably he left all of his scant belongings to her. Lydia discovers that there are clues about his life hidden among books in the bookstore and in his possessions. Her investigation into his death leads her into her own disturbed, violent past.

This story is tight, well-written, and beautifully paced. Matthew Sullivan has won awards for his short stories and it is evident why. This is his first novel.

I have to say, I am totally in love with Audible Books. I can keep a hardback or paperback on my bedside table or use a kindle when I travel and want lightweight and portable. Then, I can listen to Audible when I walk or via Bluetooth when I drive. It’s book-lover’s heaven.

Highly Recommend.

Sustenance

How do you nourish yourself? It occurs to me that we spend the major portion of our lives doing every day, sustainability tasks. Things like doing laundry, cleaning house, going to and from work, checking email, texting, doing bills, working… however that looks for you. You get the picture. We all pretty much do all of these things. While these tasks are arguably necessary and provide a sense of order and security (and hopefully you like your job), they are peripheral in providing real nourishment.

The kind of nourishment I’m speaking about comes from being still, watching a spectacular sunset, watching a child stack blocks, watching a bird drink from a birdbath. Just breathing, noticing life around you; the color of a wildflower, the grace of trees, how the sunlight laces the ground as it shines through leaves; feeling the air on your face; noticing the light on the ocean. Meditating, reading, cooking a colorful meal for someone you love. Dancing, drawing just for pleasure. Too woo woo, you say?

I say no. It’s close to being everything. If not everything, right up in the top five. If this is not your cup of tea, I understand, but I think you’re missing out.

THE MEMBER OF THE WEDDING- MARCH 2018 BOOK SELECTION

The Member of the Wedding by Carson McCullers totally immerses us in the life of Frankie, a.k.a. F. Jasmine, a tortured, bored and dangerously imaginative twelve year old girl on the tipping point of adolescence. Frankie lives in a small southern town with her distant, widowed father who is more an absence than a presence. Motherless, she is raised as best she can by the family housekeeper, Berenice.

Frankie is dissatisfied with everything in her life and longs for change, adventure and a sense of belonging. Her despair and discomfort in her surroundings and mostly in her own skin is so brilliantly rendered by McCullers that it’s painful to experience even as a reader.

Her older brother, who is in the service, is getting married. Deluded, Frankie truly believes he will take her on his honeymoon and then to live with him and his wife. She wants this so desperately that it becomes her reason for living. The novel takes place in the two days leading up to and after the wedding. Days during which Frankie takes unimaginable risks. 

Her lack of self-awareness and unbelievable naiveté makes you squirm. You want to teach her, cry with her and shake sense into her all at the same time. It’s no wonder this McCullers’ work is considered a classic along with the rest of her impressive body of work.

Watch Your Words

Recently, I was reminded once again about the power of words. Once spoken aloud, you can try to take them back but it’s nearly impossible (This is particularly true in this age of digital manipulation and sound bites; but I digress).

Written words have impact, too, of course. We all remember compelling quotes and often use them as beacons for our life path. Sometimes we even hang them on our walls as a reminder. Other’s words, spoken or written, have tremendous power. The strange thing is, while we remember words that soothe, nurture and inspire, we often remember more clearly words of criticism and negation, words that hurt or slight us. “Throw shade,” I think, is the popular, current term.

I remember comments made to me decades ago. I remember the way they made me feel. At times, they still hurt. So hear me out. Watch what you say. Watch what you write. Be sure if you choose to speak, that you understand the meaning of your words. Try to be certain you understand the feelings you are trying to convey.

Too often, we forget to be kind. Be kind.

THE FORGETTING TIME- FEBRUARY 2018 BOOK SELECTION

Reincarnation. Real or not? This is the primary question in The Forgetting Time by first-time novelist, Sharon Guskin. Her primary characters are a once renowned psychiatrist facing a grim diagnosis of aphasia and a mother desperate to find answers to help her troubled four-year-old son.

Dr. Jerome Anderson, gave up a promising career and faced professional criticism in order to pursue and study multiple cases of reported reincarnation all over the world. Anderson’s research time is limited as he was recently diagnosed with a debilitating illness which will impede speech and clear thinking. Having also lost his wife and biggest champion, he is close to losing hope. 

The single mother, Jamie, is struggling to find answers for her son. Noah’s pleas to go home, his, among other things, incapacitating fear of water, and vehement desire to see his “real mother,” has consumed every waking moment. Desperately, she searches on her computer for answers, finds Dr. Anderson’s name, and contacts him.

The story follows their journey to find the truth and in the process uncovers a mystery, a disappearance, and a murder. The novel is beautifully written, often poetic. It challenges you to think about where you stand on this topic. Whether you believe in reincarnation or not, it’s a fascinating read. Interestingly, true-life cases are cited in the novel and taken from Life Before Life: Children’s Memories of Previous Lives by Jim Tucker.

Recommend.