Here’s what others had to say about Blue Sun, Yellow Sky:
“A touching exploration of identity and reinvention painted with gentle yet precise brushstrokes.” — Kirkus Reviews (Starred Review)
“Blue Sun,
Yellow Sky delivers a glimpse into the artistic process, a stunning globe-trotting journey, and the intimate portrait of mending a heart broken by life itself.” — Indigo Wilmann, Visual Yarn
“…my favorite indie book this year.” — Loretta Milan, Literary Lightbox
“The book is gripping for its thought-provoking power.” — Candi Sary, Underground
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“…a memorable adventure.” — BookLife
“A whirlwind trip around the world…” Traci McDonald, Author of Killing Casanova
“BLUE SUN, YELLOW SKY is a masterpiece!” — Star, Bibliophilic Book…
Where coffee meets family.
Cynthia woke up at four in the morning to prepare. She had meticulously picked out four outfits the night before: casual, casually upscale, winter blasé, and winter chic. She needed something that said, I know we’ve only just met, but I want you in my life forever. At noon, Cynthia would be meeting Jonathan at Coolhaus, a place she picked, though now she found herself reconsidering her decision. What if he was lactose intolerant? Cynthia found “non-dairy” people to be insufferable. As a decade-long barista at Café Château, she could single out the non-dairies from the regular customers simply by the way they stood — shoulders tight, cheeks sucked thin, with elongated giraffe necks. …
It’s been a while since I’ve posted about travel. Life — as it happens — got in the way. But I finally got my wings back and I feel enriched in a way that I haven’t in some time. In my twenties, I launched into travel after heartbreak and in my thirties, it would appear that it’s been revived by love. Go ahead barf away (I won’t lie, typing that made me gag a little.) But it’s true nonetheless. Anyway on to the good stuff.
Finland. We landed in Helsinki in the dead of the night, grabbed a shuttle to a nearby hotel to crash and then picked up our rental car and headed up north. I was hellbent on seeing the Northern Lights and if that meant driving 12 hours to the Lapland then that’s what we were going to do. Finland in September is lush with Autumn colors. The roads are well maintained but mostly two-lane and you can drive for miles and miles and only see one or two other cars. …
