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I will tell you of a family, much like yours in many ways; of their
joys, worries, antics, laughter and love.
I will tell you as I sit here in the waiting room of the
Intensive Care Unit, through seemingly endless days and nights,
awaiting the fate of one of my children.
I invite you to sit here with me, listen and share in all
the good, bad and sad times, as I reach for solace by going back in
my mind to better days.
You will be with me throughout our tragedy and loss, feel
our grief and know our pain. But you will laugh more than cry, as I
show you mostly happy events and wild adventures.
You will come full circle as we did—sharing with us both
the small and huge moments in our lives. I hope when your journey
with us is over, you will have learned what we did—that life is a
school and the greatest lesson learned is all about love. Shall we
begin?
A Note about Micki: "From the beaches of Long Island, New York to
the glitter of Las Vegas, Nevada--from the majestic Pennsylvania
Susquehanna Moutains to Staten Island, New York, her stories
traveled with her. She writes fiction and non-fiction often based
upon her family life. Her greatest achievement is her children and
grandchildren. Just ask them."
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Happy times, a sunny day, a driving drunk—eight lives forever
changed.
It was a day like any other, except that the intense heat wave had
broken and signs of an early fall were in theair. The dining room
table was filled with my kids and three of their friends—greedily
gulping down a chicken dinner. When the last morsel was eaten, they
all took off in different directions, except for the youngest, who
was ten years old.
The one whose turn it was to do the dishes impishly offered me the
sum of one dollar, to cover the chore. I laughed and caved in to
that deceptive smile.
The last one ran out the front door, calling out, “Bye Mom,” as the
door slammed shut. And then the nightmare began.
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Micki Peluso, author of “And The Whippoorwill Sang,” penned a
story, part memoir, part
Americana,
for one purpose. She made a deathbed promise to her dying child to
immortalize that child in print—a celebration of life rather than a
eulogy of death.

She takes readers into her world and allows them to
share her life. Micki had dreams of success, but once her children
were born, she realized that her greatest achievement was the
children she bore.
They caused their parents to laugh. They made them cry-
but never once was there regret. The family was bound by
unconditional love. A tough-love mom, Micki kept the kids in line
most of the time, but on occasion, they bested her.
As readers follow her life from 1959 to 1982, Micki will
show them humor, strength, hope, heartache—but most of all enduring
love. She has kept her promise to the one lost.
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