I have been thinking about my grandmothers and know I’m lucky to have been close to them all. I especially cherish spending the last chapters of my Grandma Pat’s 100 years getting to visit each week. I remember red lipstick, smoky afghans, white carpets, the clip, clip, clip of coupons, orange fish swimming on the walls, and the most joyful laugh I think I’ve ever heard. Angie, Virginia, Patricia, you are the angels I summon when I need a light to find my way.
Dance Like a Leaf will touch all who read it, and how lovely to have it available in Spanish and French editions. Thank you, Barefoot Books!
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