by LibbyAtwater | Feb 24, 2016 | Blog, Events, What Lies Within
Authors and books abounded at the Grant R. Brimhall Library in Thousand Oaks on Sunday, February 21, 2016 for the Local Author Book Fair. I was among them, offering copies of my award-winning memoir, What Lies Within, for sale.
Thanks to Jana Covell and Nancy Schram, more than 30 local authors converged to display and sell their fiction and nonfiction tomes. The potpourri of books included memoir and biography, children’s literature, general interest, humor, health and fitness, lifestyle, mystery and self-help.
Library visitors browsed and bought while gathering free gifts from authors intent on introducing their books to a wider audience.
I had the good fortune to meet other authors and potential readers. I also donated a copy of my memoir to the library and urge other authors to do the same.
by LibbyAtwater | Feb 22, 2016 | Blog, Memories, What Lies Within
I grew up in New Jersey, a state where rumors abound. Maybe it’s because the East Coast has seasons, and people need to keep occupied during long, cold winters. Or perhaps people want to hurt others to make themselves feel better. I’ve never been a rumor monger because I’ve experienced the havoc a rumor can wreak and documented it in my memoir What Lies Within. (more…)
by LibbyAtwater | Feb 18, 2016 | Blog
On Sunday, February 21, 2016, I will participate in a local authors’ book presentation and signing at the Thousand Oaks Library, located at:
1401 E. Janss Road
Thousand Oaks, California 91362
from 3 –4:30 p.m. (more…)
by LibbyAtwater | Feb 14, 2016 | Blog
How often have you heard a story and asked, “Is that really true?” Sometimes life’s events seem too bizarre to have actually occurred—but they did. The Spirit of Villarosa, a book I coauthored that will soon be released, contains tales told by a known raconteur, whose stories were sometimes doubted but were filled with truth. (more…)
by LibbyAtwater | Feb 10, 2016 | Blog
When I married Don Atwater, I gained a whole new family. His parents treated me like the daughter they never had. His mother’s two brothers and their wives in the Midwest welcomed me into their hearts and their homes, as did the offspring of these amazing adults—Don’s five first cousins. Other cousins from around the U.S. and Europe claimed me as one of their own. I felt loved and wanted and always will.
My father-in-law’s family in upstate New York also rolled out the welcome mat. Although we don’t see this side of the family often, we stay in touch with Don’s remaining aunt and first cousins.
Sometimes those we consider family are not the ones who gave us life or raised us, but those who chose to take us in when we were orphaned and alone. These people with big hearts and open minds define family. They’re loving, giving, kind, and caring. In the past few years we’ve shared births, illnesses, and deaths, and we support each other as best we can. If we differ on something, we discuss it as adults. Together we weather life’s joys and sorrows, and by being there for each other, we offer strength and love.
