Your memoir is achingly beautiful, exquisitely written, and handled with such deftness and depth, it most certainly demonstrates patient self-reflection, mastery of craft and form as well as a literary tenderness. At times the level of remembered detail, the sensory, the natural world---and your ability to find a language capable of containing your internal landscape, in sentences which flow as naturally as breath, is quite stunning. I am in admiration of your work. I am in admiration of your life... Moreover, I admire your courage for reflecting on your family's intergenerational legacies of abandonment and child abuse, even as such introspection threatens to un-moor your introject, your deeply satisfying childhood experiences of being loved, safe, cherished, happy and secure in the presence of your grandparents... Is there a sense of accretion in spite of the gaps, a kind of returning again and again to the brink again and again only to find that the tide is receding and one can walk further and further over once impassable terrain, that somehow a land-bridge is emerging?
--- Nehassaiu DeGhannes