"I love Elizabeth Towles' writing. She writes with a poetic eye and brings scenes and people alive with her description, yet never slows down her story." --Judith H. Simpson, aka Rosalind Foxx, Sara Logan.
"I read the final draft of this story in the beautiful North Carolina Mountains one weekend. It was difficult to put Elizabeth's book down and on reading the last page, I wanted to immediately pick up her next book."--Virginia G. Sykes, licensed Marriage & Family Therapist.
A note from me--ET.
I sincerely hope when this book is read, the people, and the story remains in the heart of the reader. Elizabeth Towles
The 'walks' of my mind!
Many things walk through my mind; it changes with the choice of time. For instance, during the day, I tend to write with a conscious eye, with a temperance toward word choices, almost as if I've an invisible watcher editing my thoughts before they find print; now, night time offers a different stage for my writing, I feel the mellowing of my words, my fingers fly across the keyboard with the courage of a Delilah, and thoughts sing a purer truth as the cover of darkness cheers me on. It seems most problems find an answer with only the light of the monitor in front of me. The darkness of the room lets my imagination have a free hand, no censoring of ideas, or judgment sitting on my shoulder.
The 'Memory Chair' -
"This...sitting around the fire," Wa`si said, "reminds me of my father and his friends. They would sit around the campfire gathering up its energy and before long there would be sharing time. The one designated to talk held the 'memory chair' until his story ended." He paused, as though his story mimicked the moment as the fire's strength entered into him, giving his words newly found power. "When I reached manhood, at sixteen, I was allowed to sit with the group. It was from these stories passed around from the one in the 'memory chair' that I learned the meaning of honor, and the importance of everything relative to what's around us. Best of all, I was taught that a strong man can show meekness without being weak...and shed tears without feeling shame....