Eighteen months after my dear mother left this physical world I struggle with a multitude of brimming boxes of her journals, poems, original music, drawings, photographs, cassette tapes, movie reviews, and other miscellanea... Naomi Litvin 2013
|Edith Festinger Litvin, Holocaust Survivor|
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She was prolific, that is for sure. She sought to be recognized for her talent. I wonder if these physical goods are symbolic of my emotional struggle. I can’t seem to move on with my life. Or I should say that all of my valiant attempts to move on seem to pale next to the huge emotional cloud bogging me down. I feel as though I am in quicksand, if I move forward just a bit, I will be sucked into an abyss of wet concrete.