![]() 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.
Thanks so much, Dilaun. The stronger the woman, the better the tale.
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