Blurb: Riley Witt is running out of time.
Battling Alzheimer’s disease, Riley’s grandmother Mary suffers from memory loss, mood swings, and a tendency to wander off.
As senior year approaches, Riley has to face the reality that the one person she depends on most is slowly fading. Making matters worse, when Mary does remember the past, she tells tales of time travel and visions. As Mary’s version of the past gets more confused, Riley knows they are running out of time together. But when Riley discovers a guitar belonging to a famous rock star at Mary’s house, the truth behind the crazy tales finally comes out.
SIX STRINGS tells the story of Riley’s journey back to 1973 where she enters a world of music, long-lost family, and first love. Her adventure is all about discovering her past, understanding her present, and figuring out how to step into her future.Amazon Barnes and Noble
I get on the phone and call Nathan. “I’m almost there.”
“Cool,” Nathan says in his laidback way. “She’s moved on to the obscure Applecart cocktail. She just chided the bartender for not having apple brandy on hand. He’s taking it in stride.”
“Thank goodness you found her,” I say as I screech to a stop at a light. I shift in my seat with impatience as traffic seems to crawl in front of me. “I didn’t even know she ran off.”
“We’re all right,” Nathan assures me. “Just get here soon. She’s eliciting a few stares. Not that the clientele of the Hotel Congress are very discriminating, but you know.”
“Does she seem confused?”
“Well, she knows who I am,” Nathan says, “but she can’t tell me how she got here.”“Okay, I’m almost there,” I respond, slamming on the gas as soon as the light twitches to green.
My grandmother isn’t always in a state of confusion. A lot of the time, she’s my Mary: she knows who she is, who I am, and our entire history. But there’s no real guidebook for this disease. Some days she is completely lucid, other days her memory is only slightly muddled. But recently, she seems really mixed up.
Thankfully, even on these bad days, she finds her way to memories for flashes here and there, but I have no idea how long that will last. Unfortunately, I know eventually they will be lost forever.
I know we are running out of time.
About the Author:
Jen Sanya Williamson is a graduate of the University of Arizona where she received a BA in creative writing. She spends most of her time with her junior high students, teaching and talking books. When not in a classroom, Jen is writing, watching TV shows from the ‘90s, or cheering on the Wildcats with her husband and children in her adopted hometown of Tucson, Arizona.
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*Written up on August 19th; published on August 20th