Stella Maris
Those were the words.
dashed,
sea sprayed,
and faded.
Words I found in Father’s drawer the week after he succumbed to cancer.
Sunset Dawn
When the sky tore open over Hiroshima, Saori survived, but her grandmother did not. Told through both the perspective of Saori and her grandmother Obaachan in her final moments, this story captures how love can remain even when a whole world is burned away.
Duke Kirsanov and my thanks to him: A memoir.
A teen stumbles across a video diary created by his long lost ancestor who has a fascinating story to tell. This a story about regrets and growth, and love which transcends time.