Inspired by wisdom passed through generations, Gina Chick reflects on the gift of her mother’s book and the legacy of a grandmother she never knew.
THE best books, for me, write their way around something. The story rises into a living shape, a shimmering creature. But then some stray cast of light shows the true magic of the work, revealing something quite new growing in the shadows, in the words not written.
It’s often days or weeks or even years later that this hidden shape fully reveals itself. Or, in the case of my mother’s book, 30 years later.
