In 1966, I ran the 100 yard dash alongside Dilaun Terry and all of the boys in our fifth grade class. I won. In sixth grade, Dilaun won the pentathlon. Fleet of foot, tiny, slender, with straight flying dark hair, she outran, out-jumped and out-threw every strapping young adored boy and girl Adelaide Elementary School placed at the starting line. (OK, it was a five-way tie with a basketball toss tie-breaker. Still, she won!)
43 years later, Dilaun and I re-met on Facebook.
45 years later, Dilaun read and reviewed my novel Tributary. She doesn’t normally read literary fiction. She’s a sculptor and a painter. She didn’t think she could write. She sent the review to me to see if it would do as an online review.
I said, Oh my goddess—she’s outpaced the professional bloggers. I love this review.
43 years later, Dilaun and I re-met on Facebook.
45 years later, Dilaun read and reviewed my novel Tributary. She doesn’t normally read literary fiction. She’s a sculptor and a painter. She didn’t think she could write. She sent the review to me to see if it would do as an online review.
I said, Oh my goddess—she’s outpaced the professional bloggers. I love this review.
"Tributary is a book for those who want to learn how to see. "Barbara Richardson has masterfully blended extremes between the humble and ordinary lives of poor Utah settlers during the early formation of the Mormon Church and complex literary poetry. "She has used her craft to introduce an untold historical viewpoint that had no place in common history books, but nonetheless delivers that voice today. Clair Martin rises to find a family she never knew by a lifetime journey following her roots and, in the end, finding what real family truly means. Her story illustrates that some wealth and riches transcend social hierarchy and money. "Barbara’s superb command of poetry helps one see history through another vantage point, while treating the reader to a rich tapestry of beauty beyond social constraints and materialism." | Run, Dilaun, Run! |
Thanks so much, Dilaun. The stronger the woman, the better the tale.