"Wendy Lee Hermance’s prose and poetry are made of touching and surprising childhood memories – of shriveled apples, old pillows, fallen tree limbs, imagi-nary radio stations and things so difficult to put into words that we can only glimpse them between the lines of this highly compelling work." - Richard Zimler, The Last Kabbalist of Lisbon, The War-saw Anagrams, The Lost Gospel of Lazarus