Vanya Erickson

From the outside, Vanya’s childhood looked idyllic: she rode horses with her father in the solitude of the Sierra Nevada Mountains and attended flamboyant operas with her mother in the city. But life for Vanya and her family turned dark when ghosts from her father’s service on a Pacific destroyer in World War II tore her family apart.

Release Date August 21, 2018

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“Vanya seamlessly weaves tension and lyrical beauty into every scene, playing my emotions as a reader perfectly. The result is a fantastic read. Buy this book today.”                           -Laura Davis, best-selling author of  The Courage to Heal

“The truth is that this book is brilliant.  The arc of the book is fabulous, written in Ms. Erickson’s wonderful, spare style.  One of the best memoirs I’ve read in a very long time.”             -Brooke Warner, editor and publisher, She Writes Press

“It’s always a supreme pleasure to be shaken by the emotional earthquake of a master storyteller.  Vanya Erickson is an original.”                                                                                     -Susan Brown, PhD, publishing James Joyce scholar and writing coach

“A young girl’s loyalty and love are tested to the extreme by her abusive alcoholic father and a distant Christian Scientist mother. A coming-of-age story for anyone who has ever looked for love in all the wrong places.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 -Nancy London, best-selling coauthor of Our Bodies, Ourselves

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Red Rose

I sat with my hospice patient yesterday. There is no typical visit between us, but events might include any of the following: An energetic greeting followed by a short, confused chat, as my patient tries to recall who I am; I play music to spark memory; We hold hands and watch TV together. But it didn’t go like that yesterday.  [Read more]

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