On 2014 I released my book The Staircase on Pine Street, a heart-warming tale of family love and Alzheimer’s disease. Now, to be honest, I haven’t had much luck promoting it. Or much time. Those who are familiar with the publishing world know how brutal it can be. Marketing is tough, when you are a one-man-band like me.
I’ve decided that this New year I’m going to give “The Staircase on Pine
Street” the attention it deserves. I just released it in KINDLE format for only $3.99. I’ll be working on other formats, as well as the Spanish version. If you have the opportunity to download it (or get the PAPERBACK version), please leave a review and share it with others. I honestly believe this little book can help children understand Alzheimer’s disease, and help cope with it, while reminding us of what matters most: living a live full of love.
I’d like to leave you a sample, a personal note that ends this book, and resumes my inspiration for it:
“My grandmother’s name was Luzmila. She was sweet, caring and tender. Most of all, she liked to be fair with her 16 grandchildren. For example, if she gave us candy, she would make sure everyone got the same lot. She loved her brothers and sisters. She was also very proud of her dad, who had been a lawyer and a writer, and her mom, who had been a stay-at-home mom and a lover of arts. She would always tell family stories, about aunts and uncles, grandparents and great grandparents. She wanted to keep their memory alive. She loved poetry, and enjoyed reciting out loud, just the way she had done when she was a little girl. She baked the best cakes, with recipes that always came from her mind. I think it was painful for her when she started forgetting her grandchildren names. She called me by her side and asked me to tell her all of our names. Every day, it became a routine. My favorite memory of her is when I was little and I went to the market with her. She would hold my hand while we walked around the unpaved corridors. It smelled like potatoes, crushed tomatoes and spice. I would point at my favorite treat, ‘cocoliche’, which was nothing more than puffed wheat with a touch of honey, wrapped in colorful tissue paper forming a cone. Then, at the end of our trip she would stop at the ‘bazaar’ to get her sewing supplies and would buy me a paper doll cut-out sheet. At that moment I was the happiest girl in the world! I loved her deep blue eyes. They sometimes would change color to an almost purple hue. How I wished I had her eyes! But I know those eyes look at me from above. When the setting sun changes the sky’s color from blue to purple shades, it reminds me of her eyes, and I know she’s there, and I smile.”
Love and peace to all,