Weird Factoid #1
Because of Moonstone, I learned how to text in spite of being somewhat technically challenged. When my cell phone dinged and told me I had a text message, I thought, “Oh, come on, who would be texting me?” Astonished, I read the following message, Read Moonstone five times. Julie. Very slowly, I managed to text, “Hi Julie. Are you friends with ... I named all my female teenage relatives. Her answer was simple. It said, No, I just loved the book. Yep, made my day!
Weird Factoid #2
Fan Club in Heaven?
I am the product of strong, amazing women who have passed on. Crossed over. Ceased to be. In a better place. Resting in peace. There's a reason I don't say the word dead. I feel their influence every day of my life. My memories are crystal clear. How my grandmother's eyes sparkled when she described the thrill of casting her first vote for president. It's true. Women were considered too stupid to vote until 1920. Grandma kept a diary, wrote poetry and dreamed big. When I was ten, all knobby knees and elbows, she told me I was beautiful and the smartest girl she ever knew. Her daughter, my mother, was a concert pianist, bobbed her hair, wore short skirts and also wrote poetry. My favorite aunt had a full-time career long before it was considered appropriate. She had perfectly manicured nails and wore expensive clothes. Childless, she doted on my sister and me, treating us to special events in downtown Seattle. When my glamorous aunt showed up, the party began. I will never forget the sound of her laughter. These women are with me still. I feel their presence when I awaken in the darkest hour of night to the soft strains of Moonlight Sonata. And ... if I listen carefully, I hear them whisper, “Darling girl, you are fulfilling our dreams. We love you so much. Never give up."
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