It was Katrina Kenison (
The Gift of an Ordinary Day, Mitten Strings for God) who introduced me to Jennie Nash (
The Threadbare Heart, The Only True Genius in the Family, The Last Beach Bungalow, The Victoria's Secret Catalog Never Stops Coming, Raising a Reader). Katrina was sure that Jennie and I were like-minded souls, and Katrina (who knows many things, who can be trusted) was right. Jennie and I became instant friends and we have remained close, though she is a west coaster and I am an east coaster, and though she has lately been writing novels for adults and I have lately been writing for young adults. We share motherhood stories, frustration stories, breakthrough stories, and when my mother passed away, Jennie sent a gift—a purse knitted from yarn that, Jennie said, looked like the colors of the sky on the day my mother passed away. (Jennie also sent red lipstick for my first ballroom showcase number.)
When Jennie, then, sent an email today, brief as brief could be (it simply said:
Writing about you today), I clicked on the link. It took me to
The Huffington Post. It took me to t
hese words, from dear Jennie.
Thank you, Jennie.
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