“Book Descriptions: A serendipitous meeting on a beach in Galveston before a hurricane forces two strangers to take shelter with each other. Birdie, an older woman, and Jude, a young woman and lone survivor of a fatal accident are destined to spend time together during a strengthening storm. Their lives couldn't be any different. However, they recognize something in the other that forges a friendship between them. As their relationship solidifies, they share glimpses of their past. Birdie is a product of the '60's, an aging hippie, with a series of resentments hovering over her present life. She had a sheltered childhood in an upper class family. Her parents longed to see her make the Texas Dip at their krewe's Mardi Gras ball. Jude, however, entered foster care as an infant. Her parents, victims of a murder/suicide, left her and her siblings orphans and separated into different homes. Their backgrounds couldn't have been more different, but there is something about their connection that strikes Birdie as familiar. Can souls know each other in different lives? Birdie struggles with the awareness that she has had regrets and hasn't lived an authentic life, while Jude faces an uncomfortable truth about her own life. It's a character driven story set on Galveston Island with memories of the protests and inequality plaguing the 1960's and the secrets many have protected to fit into society.
This novel was inspired by a hurricane, an act of intimidation experienced by two friends, the beautiful island of Galveston, the untimely death of a friend and the debutant season. Readers often ask me, "How'd you come up with that?" Well, it's always more than one thing. I wrote a blog about it phyllishmoore.com, because I wanted to explain the dedication.
My friends Rev. Ronnie Green and the late Rev. Sam Shaw experienced an act of violence and racism when they were young men in high school in 1968. Some white citizens in our small hometown, to this day, would claim our community was an utopian village where everyone was treated equal. That's not true, and since I posted this incident in the blog, others have come forward to tell about their experiences. I hope the events woven into this braid of a story can inspire thought and be seen as a seamless tapestry of who we are and how we can do better. Above all things, there is hope. If one person can read it and come away with introspection and the notion that all souls are equal, I will know my time was well spent and the worthy dedication can be honored.” DRIVE
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