Tuesday, June 25, 2019

The waterfall where my mother used to read books. It is called Henrietta Falls in my book.
I just proofed the final version of "The Legend of the Kettle Daughter" as it heads to the printer. Four years ago, my mother was in hospice and this book was a little tiny light in the distance that helped me find my way forward in my grief. Of course, it stretched to 80,000 words before it was then distilled into its present form. I am looking forward to seeing it be born in the coming weeks. Here are some photographs of Holiday Park, the setting of much of my book. I took these about three years ago.
This is Yellow Lake and the spring that feeds it. My mom's spirit resides here, now.


The cabin built by my great grandfather spans "The Cold Spring." On summer nights, you can choose the bedroom that spans the spring and sleep to the sound of water moving beneath you. The smoke here comes from the old cast iron stove that was brought to the cabin in pieces by my great grandparents.

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