“The middle seat holds an old woman, teeny, not much bigger than a doll. She is creased and wrinkled and rheumy-eyed. Her eyes, though, beneath their cloudy scrim, sparkle like emeralds. And she is bright. She is very bright. Her… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“Critical to my understanding of myself was that my parents may have been storytellers, but I was the writer in my family, the only… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“Joan Ashby is one of our most astonishing writers, a master of words whose profound characters slip free of the page...” — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“In the stories Joan wrote when she was Daniel’s age, she had murdered her characters, while Daniel had his one character facing down dangers… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“In the park, the bright colors of the children's clothing, the timbre of their young voices, lowered and darkened.” — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“The middle seat holds an old woman, teeny, not much bigger than a doll. She is creased and wrinkled and rheumy-eyed. Her eyes, though,… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“All the ways in which women become mothers of some sort. Is motherhood inescapably entwined in female life, a story every woman ends up… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“We were young, and some of us were beautiful, and others of us were brilliant, and a few of us were both. Citizenship demanded… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“Thank you to Steve Iwanski and Turnrow Books for this fantastic review of THE RESURRECTION OF JOAN ASHBY!! Cherise Wolas' debut novel is a… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“Her failure to demand her needs, losing all of her years, sacrificing herself on the altar of motherhood to a son who saved himself… — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“Joan thinks then that writers have infinite choices and mothers nearly no choice at all.” — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“She wonders when and how she decided it was sinful to heed her own destiny” — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
