Remembering My Mother’s Hands

When I was a little girl, I loved playing with my mother’s rings. I would beg her to take them off so I could place them on my stubby fingers and imagine what my own bejeweled hands would look like someday.

I remember the first time I noticed how different her hands were from mine. No longer smooth and vein-free, the skin of my mother’s hands contrasted starkly with the smooth, barely-lived-in skin that covered my own.

From the Mouths of Babes

“Look how old your hands are compared to mine!” I announced triumphantly, as though I’d discovered some previously unknown fact of human existence. And then, just to throw a bit of salt on the wound, I mused, “I wonder if my hands will look like yours when I’m old.”

Years later that conversation was repeated, only this time I was the mother, and my own daughter was announcing her own revelation. Continue reading “Remembering My Mother’s Hands”

Spend Today in the South of France: Christa Wojo's The Wrong David

the-wrong-david-kdp-cover-4I had the privilege of editing The Wrong David, a novella (or is it a long short story?) by the always-fascinating Christa Wojociechowski several months ago, and I was so excited to learn yesterday about its publication that I raced over to Amazon.com to purchase it—and I urge you to do the same.

Christa shares her experiences of tackling Amazon’s KDP and CreateSpace for the first time (spoiler: not as difficult as she feared), and if you’ve never uploaded a manuscript before, you’ll want to read her description of her journey to publishing.

And speaking of description—reading The Wrong David is like taking a minivacation to the south of France. Here’s a peek: Continue reading “Spend Today in the South of France: Christa Wojo's The Wrong David”