Dedicated to my great-grandfather,
who passed into heaven last summer
& was buried on my birthday;
to my grandfather,
a kind-hearted man of faith;
and to the grandfather I have never met.
You have all influenced me and my writing
in a number of ways,
and I am indebted to you for it.
***
How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread
No Bridge below doth totter so -
Yet none hath such a crowd
It is as old as God
Indeed - 'twas built by him -
He sent his Son to test the Plank,
And he pronounced it firm
[Emily Dickinson, c. 1878]
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The Eyes of September
General Fiction[Wattys 2015 Hidden Gem award winner!] Their leader: dead. Their family: broken. Their future: status, uncertain. When five disconnected cousins face the aftermath of a funeral, they must join forces to fix problems long-dormant in their family tree...
