Why I wrote Pearls For My Birthday
From November 1994 to April 1995, I seemed to be living in a vacuum, on an unrealistic mission to save my mother from cancer. In the beginning, I denied she was flirting with death, but eventually, through dialogue, Mom taught me to accept her fate.
After her death, I reflected on the months I'd spent getting to know my mother while dealing with my own mortality. I sorted through my pain by recording my experience on paper. I emptied my soul onto the page, and my healing seemed to progress proportionately to the paragraphs I poured out. I had begun to write daily because of a compulsion to sort the turmoil I felt. I continued to write daily because I recognized its cathartic effect.
Later, reading my journal, it was apparent my words hung on a very loose framework of a novel. With a new objective in mind, the year following Mom's death, I edited, and shaped my story, creating the fiction novel, Pearls For My Birthday.
Pearls For My Birthday is about forgiveness, and love, and acceptance of death.