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#MothersDay #Gift: I touch my skin right under my breasts, where the little one’s curled

“What matters is only what’s here. I touch my skin right under my breasts, which is where the little one’s curled, and where he kicks, ‘cause he has to. Like, he don’t feel so cosy no more. Here, can you feel it? I reckon he wants me to talk to him. He can hear me inside, for sure. He can hear every note of this silvery music. 
It ripples all around him, wave after wave. I can tell that it’s starting to sooth him. It’s so full of joy, of delight, even if to him, it’s coming across somewhat muffled. Like a dream in a dream, it’s floating inside, into his soft, tender ear. 
I close my eyes and hold myself, wrapping my arms real soft—around me around him—and I rock ever so gently, back and forth, back and forth, with every note of this silvery marvel. You can barely hear me—but here I am, singing along. I’m whispering words into myself, into him.”

Anita in Apart From Love.




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What she is envisioning is motherhood, which is the subject of my scuplture by the same name. It is hard to imagine this is actually bronze, because the patina is made to look like marble. I polished the piece until it became completely smooth to the touch, as if nature--by gusts of wind and the flow of water--has buffed this rock over time, the way pebbles come to be. 
But in the back, I 'carved' into the piece, so as to make it look as if it has broken. This makes for an interesting balance, as if you try to make a rock stand on edge. But more importantly, it is symbolic, for self-sacrifice is the nature of motherhood.
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Book Description:Secrets, passion, betrayal...

Coming back to his childhood home after years of absence, Ben is unprepared for the secret, which is now revealed to him: his mother, Natasha, who used to be a brilliant pianist, is losing herself to early-onset Alzheimer's, which turns the way her mind works into a riddle. His father has remarried, and his new wife, Anita, looks remarkably similar to Natasha--only much younger. In this state of being isolated, being apart from love, how will Ben react when it is so tempting to resort to blame and guilt? "In our family, forgiveness is something you pray for, something you yearn to receive--but so seldom do you give it to others."

Behind his father's back, Ben and Anita find themselves increasingly drawn to each other. They take turns using an old tape recorder to express their most intimate thoughts, not realizing at first that their voices are being captured by him. These tapes, with his eloquent speech and her slang, reveal the story from two opposite viewpoints.

What emerges in this family is a struggle, a desperate, daring struggle to find a path out of conflicts, out of isolation, from guilt to forgiveness.
Where does the title, Apart From Love, come from?
The word Love is used sparingly in the novel, which makes it ever more precious. The title comes from a phrase used three times in the story:

After a while I whispered, like, "Just say something to me. Anything." And I thought, Any other word apart from Love, 'cause that word is diluted, and no one knows what it really means, anyway.
Anita

Why, why can't you say nothing? Say any word--but that one, 'cause you don't really mean it. Nobody does. Say anything, apart from Love.
Anita

For my own sake I should have been much more careful. Now--even in her absence--I find myself in her hands, which feels strange to me. I am surrounded--and at the same time, isolated. I am alone. I am apart from Love.
Ben

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J.A. Schneider is a former staffer at Newsweek. Once a Liberal Arts major, she has become increasingly fascinated with medicine and forensic science. which is evident in her best-selling series, Embryo. I am thrilled that she posted this review for my novel, Apart From Love:


5 Profound, deeply moving, brilliant!, April 28, 2015By J.A. Schneider, author of the EMBRYO seriesVerified Purchase(What's this?)This review is from: Apart From Love (Kindle Edition) Adult children of divorce, estrangement, and guilt. This story of a dysfunctional family will resound in every heart.

Ben, aged 28, returns home after many years, still bitter about the divorce of his parents, Lenny and Natasha. He meets Lenny's new young bride, Anita, and is troubled to find himself attracted to her. His dismay deepens when he learns that his mother Natasha, once a brilliant pianist who he'd thought was on a world concert tour, is instead in a nursing home suffering from Alzheimers.

The story is told alternately through two points of view, Ben's and Anita's. Though uneducated, Anita is a diamond in the rough character who's had a tough life. She's likeable, and feels alone because Lenny, a writer, is self-centered and distant. Lenny has encouraged Ben and Anita to record their thoughts on a tape recorder, which is how we hear their two points of view. Too late, the pair discover that Lenny is listening to their tapes and putting them into his own writing - likely fabricating his own novel from the thoughts of his unhappy son and equally unhappy new wife. How to deal with this heartbreaking, tangled web?

This eloquently written tale provides a look into the long-term emotional scars a broken home leaves on everyone involved. The author's skill shows in her depiction of the three alternating voices of Lenny, Ben and Anita. They are all very different voices, yet each conveys the complex love that both binds them and tears them apart. Highly recommended!

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Sounds exciting, no matter what my mother says

“Go, why don’t you go back home,” he mutters, dismissing me with a casual wave of the hand.“Please,” I say. “Let me serve you. You’ll find my music soothing, I trust.”“Trust?” he says, locking eyes with me.“Just so, your majesty. Trust!”“There is no such thing, where I’m sitting.”“But my music—”“It awakens something in me,” he groans, pressing a hand against his temple. “Something I wish to ignore. An unspeakable sort of pain. There’s a demon in me, and I know—I just know he’ll break loose, he’ll take over, the moment I’ll let myself soften.” “Perhaps not,” I suggest. “If you soften, the pain may wash over you, heal your soul. You may find yourself rising anew, if only you would listen to me. Let me, your majesty. Let me play.” The king shakes his head, No. No.“It’s not the music,” he mutters. “It’s you. I can’t bare looking at you.”This leaves me dumbfounded, and I stand at his feet, waiting for what may come out of his lips next. After a while he moans, “Boy—”“Yes?” “Have you ever been wounded? Ever been on a battlefield?”“No,” I say. “My mother won’t let—”“Of course,” he bares his teeth, belittling me with laughter. “It’s always the mother. Yours must be a smart woman to keep you safe, away from any danger.” “I give you my word, I’ll follow you anywhere,” I say. “Even to the battlefield. Sounds exciting, no matter what my mother says.”He raises one of his eyebrows as if to say, I know how you feel. She hides the world from you, doesn’t she.“Yes,” I have to agree. “I hate it, hate being protected. Makes me wonder what’s on the other side of obedience.”He pays no attention to what I say. “Listen, boy. Let me tell you one thing: often, when I leave the bloodied scene and ride back here, a long way over the range of the mountains, I don’t even realize I’ve been wounded. My mind wanders, it roams elsewhere... But then…Then I look at myself. And what do I see? A slash, deep across my flesh... And this, this is the time—not a moment earlier—when the pain comes. In a snap, it takes a bite.”
Saul takes a long pause. Then he looks straight down at me. “That’s how I feel, right this minute,” he says. “That’s what your music does to me.”
David in Rise to Power (narrated by David George)


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Ernst Josephson, David och Saul

#MothersDay #Gift: Sounds exciting, no matter what my mother says

“Go, why don’t you go back home,” he mutters, dismissing me with a casual wave of the hand.“Please,” I say. “Let me serve you. You’ll find my music soothing, I trust.”“Trust?” he says, locking eyes with me.“Just so, your majesty. Trust!”“There is no such thing, where I’m sitting.”“But my music—”“It awakens something in me,” he groans, pressing a hand against his temple. “Something I wish to ignore. An unspeakable sort of pain. There’s a demon in me, and I know—I just know he’ll break loose, he’ll take over, the moment I’ll let myself soften.” “Perhaps not,” I suggest. “If you soften, the pain may wash over you, heal your soul. You may find yourself rising anew, if only you would listen to me. Let me, your majesty. Let me play.” The king shakes his head, No. No.“It’s not the music,” he mutters. “It’s you. I can’t bare looking at you.”This leaves me dumbfounded, and I stand at his feet, waiting for what may come out of his lips next. After a while he moans, “Boy—”“Yes?” “Have you ever been wounded? Ever been on a battlefield?”“No,” I say. “My mother won’t let—”“Of course,” he bares his teeth, belittling me with laughter. “It’s always the mother. Yours must be a smart woman to keep you safe, away from any danger.” “I give you my word, I’ll follow you anywhere,” I say. “Even to the battlefield. Sounds exciting, no matter what my mother says.”He raises one of his eyebrows as if to say, I know how you feel. She hides the world from you, doesn’t she.“Yes,” I have to agree. “I hate it, hate being protected. Makes me wonder what’s on the other side of obedience.”He pays no attention to what I say. “Listen, boy. Let me tell you one thing: often, when I leave the bloodied scene and ride back here, a long way over the range of the mountains, I don’t even realize I’ve been wounded. My mind wanders, it roams elsewhere... But then…Then I look at myself. And what do I see? A slash, deep across my flesh... And this, this is the time—not a moment earlier—when the pain comes. In a snap, it takes a bite.”
Saul takes a long pause. Then he looks straight down at me. “That’s how I feel, right this minute,” he says. “That’s what your music does to me.”
David in Rise to Power (narrated by David George)


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"The miracle of Uvi Poznansky's writing is her uncanny ability to return to old stories and make them brilliantly fresh"-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame reviewer


Ernst Josephson, David och Saul

In the spirit of spring: Brian’s there, flowers in hand

Mom and Dad are waiting for me, and they’re both speechless.  Mom looks like she’s about to cry.  I see that they’ve got the camera out; I should have expected that.  Bob comes down the stairs, and he looks at me.  He seems confused.  “Who’s she?” he asks Mom and Dad.  Then he looks back at me again, really stares.  “Holy crap.”“Thank you, Bob,” I answer.  I take it as a compliment, even if it really wasn’t.  After that, nobody says anything for a couple of minutes, until the sound of a car rumbling up the driveway breaks the silence.  Headlights shine in the window.  Then the car goes quiet and the lights go out, and a moment later the doorbell rings.  Dad opens the door, and Brian’s there, flowers in hand.  Roses, of course.  Red, of course.He sets eyes on me and his jaw drops.  He keeps opening his mouth to try and say something, but nothing comes out.  It’s all I can do to keep from running over to him.  This moment is what I’ve been thinking about all week long. I’m not sure how long we all stand there with nobody speaking or moving.  Finally, Mom breaks the spell.  “Brian, come over here, I want to get a picture of you two looking so nice.”Brian comes over to me, and I put my arm around him as Mom fiddles with the camera.  I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him properly dressed up.  He’s very handsome in his dark blue suit and his yellow tie.  I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the only tie he owns.
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#MothersDay #Gift: I watch the two of them, mother and child

“That,” says Bathsheba, “was a private moment. It belongs to me, and to no one else.”“And to me, too,” say I. “I mean, how could I possibly resist you?”She mutters, once more,“Men!” “Women,” say I. “Why don’t you understand your own power?”“Power?” she repeats. “What power?”“I mean, the way your beauty affects us. It’s too much, even for someone like me. So don’t blame me if I’m forced to take a peek.”“Look all you want,” she says. “Just know this: there’s more to me than meets the eye.”“I know it.”“In the future,” she says, “a million eyes will continue to explore me, through the eyes of those artists. Not that I mind, really.”“But I do!”“Here is what irks me,” she says. “There’s more, much more to who I am than beauty alone.”At this point I utter a sigh, and in spite of myself the sigh deepens, because all of a sudden, regret is catching up to me.“I so wish,” say I, “that my scribe, Nathan, would leave both of us alone.”“Why,” she hesitates to ask, “is there something you want to tell me?”I shake my head. “No, no. Not really. And you?”“No,” she says, lowering her eyes. “Nothing at all.”
I sit down beside her, and brush a strand of hair from her damp forehead. Only now—by her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes—do I realize how exhausted she must be.“Perhaps,” I say, thinking aloud, “I should be going.”Pointing at the crib by her side, “Help me now,” says Bathsheba. “Give me the child.”And so, leaning over the crib, I take a look at him. His face is perfect, angelic. A single ray of sun cuts across his ashen cheek, leaving his eyes in the shadows. Along its diagonal way, it touches the tips of his delicate, nearly transparent fingers. I lift the baby into a kiss. Then, very gently, I place him into her embrace. Standing back I watch the two of them, mother and child. She bares her breast and brings him in, tilting herself into his little mouth, but the baby is too sleepy, it seems, to suck her milk. I get up, and walk away to the sound of her voice singing a melodious lullaby, at the end of which it trails off, ever so tenderly, into sadness.  
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