Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Interview in the Lake Wylie Pilot

Here is the link to my interview with the Lake Wylie Pilot in regards to my July 13th book signing


Unfortunately, my original interview was reduced quite dramatically, as it needed to be, but in the process there are several errors. The most noticeable is the title of the novel which is actually The Lost Road to Hope. There are three additional.  First, my mother's name is spelled Rosemarie. Second, the first book is part of an eight-part series of novels that stand alone, but are also connected. Only the first book deals with cancer survivors who face a world changing event or catastrophe. And, finally, the third sentence should actually read, "I took a fresh take on the done to death idea, meaning the concept of an apocalyptic tale, by making the heroes cancer survivors, people I deeply admire for their courage and determination while facing their own mortality like many in my family did." With that said, being the O.C.D perfectionist that I am, I sincerely appreciate the time and care Wendy Dimitri and the Pilot took with the story and the fact she considered interviewing an unknown author at all. I hope many will attend the event and, while there, ask a plethora of questions about the story and the amazing woman my mother was. 

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With the opportunity that has arrived thanks to the interview in the pilot, I wanted to take a brief moment to delve deeper into the two pictures of my mother that are featured in the article.  The first is when my son, William was born.  My Mom had always worried she wouldn't live long enough to see him.  Not only was she there for his birth but God gave her an extra 2 years to spend with him.  The second is our last trip together at Myrtle Beach in 07'  It was during her first remission.  I had walked up to her as she deeply stared out into the ocean.  Jessie, my daughter, was barely 2 years old and I placed her at my feet in the sand.    I said nothing for a long time then she turned to me and smiled.   I knew what she was thinking, what she was doing.   It was her moment to thank God for bringing her through so much and she did such in silence.  So we stared out together for a while.  It is a moment I will never forget and I thank God for it.  

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