Winning Writers North Street Book Prize
Winning Writers is one of the “101 Best Websites for Writers” (Writer’s Digest, 2015-2019, 2022) and one of the “100 Best Websites for Writers” (The Write Life, 2016).
Dog Ear Publishing
The original publisher of From Mormon to Mermaid awarded Lorelei Kay’s Memoir their coveted Literary Award of Excellence!
The Managing Editor at Dog Ear Publishing, Stephanie Seiiert-Stringham, gives Lorelei’s memoir high praises. She says, “I love this book. It is a deep look at what it’s like to be a women in the Mormon Church. The author shares her story with humor, affection, irony, and grace. She describes her journey frankly, and touchingly. This is definitely an enlightening look into Mormonism and its unique peculiarities.”
From Mormon to Mermaid was honored as the Gold Medal Winner, the highest award in the field of Memoir, from eLit Awards!
The eLit Awards are an annual program committed to illuminating and honoring the very best of English language digital publishing entertainment. The eLit awards are an industry-wide, unaffiliated awards program open to all members of the electronic publishing industry. The contest is presented by Jenkins Group Inc., a Michigan-based book publishing and marketing services company that has operated the popular independent Publisher Book Awards contest since 1996.
Shelf Unbound recognized From Mormon to Mermaid in their annual competition as Runner-up for best independently published book!
Shelf Unbound was given an A+ rating by the American Institute of Philanthropy.
Straightening Flower Fields
I’m sure Gustav Klimt never meant for the couple
in his masterpiece, “The Kiss,” to be lying down.
The painting, which has inspired millions
of replicas on posters, pendants, pillows,
phone covers, post cards, puzzles, even masks
in the present pandemic—shows the famous
pair in a passionate embrace in a compact
But in the assisted living facility where we visited
my husband’s mother to arrange her hospice care,
right there in the hallway leading to her room,
the iconic couple was posed horizontally.
Someone had hung the picture sideways.
And they weren’t the only ones with their frame
out of kilter that day.
His mom was also horizontal, completely bedridden.
That was fragrantly wrong, too.
Instead of being able to happily chop onions,
blend spices, or stir batter in her own well-stocked
kitchen—cooking had been her lifelong passion,
only five years before she’d invited us to enjoy
her own home-cooked Thanksgiving meal—now
Styrofoam containers of food appeared in her room.
Her boxed lunch sat uneaten by the bed, getting
cold, so I tried feeding her, dropping small bits
of spaghetti noodles into her waiting mouth,
like feeding a baby bird. After a few bites,
protests of “I’m not hungry” halted further
progress. When I asked if the sauce tasted good,
her expression, like the flower-laden female
in “The Kiss,” said it all. Except it wasn’t pleasure.
Before we left, my husband helped me
straighten Klimt’s world-renowned painting.
After all, generations of art critics, students,
and lovers, have all admired the gold-bedecked
duo kneeling in a glorious field amidst
a riotous explosion of color.
As we drove home, however, thoughts
of the anonymous picture hanger lingered.
Could his impression have been correct all along?
Maybe Mom’s upright season was ending,
and the time was approaching for her to lie
in a fragrant field of blossoms.
And if whatever lies ahead is anything like
the flowery haven of bliss Klimt created,
who was I to try to straighten it?