In the words of that immortal wordsmith Yogi Berra:
“It’s like deja vu, all over again.”
This weekend marks my second author event and just like the first time I will be watching one of my son’s graduate the day before. I mentioned in an earlier post the huge juggling act I had to do to make my first book signing and I am pleased that I won’t have to struggle nearly as much as I did last month in New York (thank goodness), and unless the dog has to graduate from obedience school, I won’t have to deal with the graduation/book signing dilemma again for a while.
This book signing is very important for me since this will be my first opportunity to share my book with my family and friends and to meet my book illustrator Atilio Pernisco in person. This is a pretty big milestone for me as a writer and I have been looking forward to this event for the past month. The drive to L.A. is one I have done many times so I am prepared and since the Dodger’s play the Yankee’s in a late game, I am guaranteed that at least some of the family will show up for a little while (thanks ESPN).
I am also facing another huge milestone and that is the graduation of son#1 from high school, this milestone is a little more bitter sweet. I still remember his first day of kindergarten and I can’t believe he is ready to go on to college. Where did the time go? So this time rather than juggling with time and travel I find myself juggling emotions. I am proud of my son and know that while he will be attending a community college here in the area, things are not going to be the same. He is already acting like an independent man and sometimes I want to just grab him an give him a huge squeeze and tell him to stop growing, then I take a deep breath and let him go because that is what a good Mom is supposed to do and I want to be a good Mom.
So if you get a chance, stop by and say “Hi” at my book signing at Borders Books on Sunday. I will be the one with the pear tree and the pen, and I promise to sign fast so that you can make it to the Dodger/Yankee game on time.
Suzanne Santillan
Writing on the Sidewalk
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