![]() ![]() One of the collections that grew through the years consisted of dozens of elephants, all with trunks raised because Ma said that meant good luck. Shadow boxes hung on the living room wall, each holding a small collection: Hummel figurines, little cherubs, and at Christmastime, a nativity. Through the years, she complained of the clutter, always wanting to get rid of the things she accumulated, but she never did. Surprisingly, for someone who was such a clean freak, she had more doo-dads than almost anyone I’ve ever known (including myself, and I’m bad. Nothing matched, but everything was spotless. Mom decorated those places in her own inimitable style. Then my parents moved to a home of their own for a while, and from there, to other apartments. For most of my school days, we lived on the second and third floor of my grandmother’s home. Sometimes Inspiration is as Simple as a Family Story In addition to being pleased that I’m able to facilitate those introductions, I’m also quite pleased to be able to share with you her thoughts on inspiration in writing and a little bit of the backstory behind the genesis of this heartbreakingly inspirational story. Today I’m pleased to introduce you to a fascinating woman, Dawn Reno Langley, and her new novel The Mourning Parade. ![]()
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