Please welcome A.M. Leibowitz with
Passing On Faith
Following his father’s death, Micah Forbes believes he can finally put the family who rejected him and their religious bigotry behind him. In a cruel twist, his older brother calls to tell him he’s inherited their father’s abandoned vacation home.
Micah discovers the house comes complete with a long list of repairs, boxes full of family secrets, and a handful of quirky neighbors. Despite not wanting to get in too deep, he can’t help the spark of interest stirred when the sexy redhead next door offers his help. Everything about the enigmatic Cat Rowland throws Micah off-balance, from his gender-bending sense of fashion to his handy repair skills to his deep spirituality. Before long, Micah is swept up by Cat and his friends, but Cat himself keeps his heart carefully protected.
When Micah’s past and his present collide in a painful way, his self-destructive coping habits threaten to overwhelm him. To save himself, he needs to open his soul and let someone in. Cat has the key to unlock him, if he can let down his guard and trust his faith enough to catch Micah as he falls.
Micah decided he would sit right there until he was struck with a brilliant plan for how to manage his misfortune. It might have been a whole two minutes before someone knocked on the front door. Huffing, he rose and went to answer it.
He nearly groaned when he saw who it was. Cat, his oddly chipper neighbor, was back. He had a glass of what might have been lemonade in his hand and a lopsided smile on his face. When he looked up at Micah, his expression changed. His smile slid away and his eyes widened.
“You okay?” he asked.
Micah ran a hand through his hair and contemplated telling Cat it was just allergies. Instead, something made him say, “No. I am not okay. But if you want to come in and sit on my couch, risking black lung from all the dust, by all means.” He stood aside and swept his hand, indicating Cat should join him.
Hesitantly, Cat stepped over the threshold. He extended the glass to Micah. “Thought you could use this. Maybe you need something stronger, though.”
Micah snorted. “Yeah, probably, except I don’t drink.” He accepted the lemonade and took a sip. The tart liquid was refreshingly cool against his burning throat. “Thanks for this.” He tilted the glass toward Cat.
Cat grinned. “I was a little worried for a minute there. Want to tell me about it?”
Micah sighed heavily. “I inherited this house. My father just died.”
“I’m sorry,” Cat said, his voice soft and warm.
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Hi, A. M., thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
I’m a spouse and parent from western New York State, living on the banks of Lake Ontario. That’s a fancy way of saying, “We get a lot of snow.” Fun fact: I’m in the same city where Susan B. Anthony lived, and Kodak cameras were invented here. In between writing novels, I’m also a freelance editor.
Passing on Faith is my second full-length novel. It’s a little about faith and a lot about forgiveness. The story was inspired by the fairy tale Puss in Boots. It starts with the youngest of three brothers discovering an inheritance worse than getting nothing. In dealing with the mess—literal and figurative—he makes some important discoveries about who he is and what he’s really looking for.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
I can remember having all kinds of dreams about what I wanted to be—a music teacher, a doctor, a nurse—over the years. I did end up going to nursing school, and I eventually earned a degree in Health Science as well. The funny thing is, I never dreamed of being a writer, even though I’ve loved books as long as I can recall and began writing at age eight.
I was inspired to apply for nursing school to follow in my grandmother’s footsteps. When I was in college, after a difficult semester, I thought maybe nursing wasn’t the career for me. I was ultra religious then—or trying to be, anyway—and thought about going into ministry. I had a professor tell me she thought I was more cut out for her department, Communications. I scoffed at the idea; I was nothing if not stubborn. After another miserable semester, I returned to nursing.
It took me a long time to find my stride. I’ve always been hard on myself. A bad experience with negative feedback on some of my writing (beyond just “I didn’t like it” or even constructive criticism—this was an attack on me as a person), I thought I wasn’t good enough. It took another 15 years after college to begin writing again more seriously.
I’m now parenting two children teetering on the edge of their teen years. Both of them have hopes and dreams, just as I did at their age. It’s really interesting to see this from the other end as I watch their own strengths emerge.
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A. M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family.
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