Read Crissi Langwell a few times and you'll feel like you're really getting to know her.
Crissi, my colleague at The Press Democrat, has been tugging on heartstrings for a few years now with her personal tales of raising children and teenagers – first as a single mother and now as a mom in a blended family. Her stories have appeared in the print version of the newspaper and online at such sites as winecountrymom.com.
Crissi also wrote a pivotal chapter in last spring's "Sonoma Squares Murder Mystery," a fictional serial created by 16 Press Democrat and local writers. You can see her chapter here.
Recently she's published her first novel, "A Symphony of Cicadas."
"This book is based off a bad dream I had that was so vivid I knew I had to write it down," Crissi writes. The nightmare came while she was preparing for her own wedding.
Crissi acknowledges that for the novel's main character she transferred some of her own experiences "of what it was like to parent a teenager, and the evolution that exists in the relationship with a stepchild."
"However, the main purpose of the story was to share what happens when a life that is laid out so perfectly suddenly tilts on its side."
Here is a chapter from the book, in which the heroine, Rachel Ashby, in preparation for her marriage, takes her 13-year-old son to be fitted for a tuxedo. And then her world changes.
A Symphony of Cicadas
By Crissi Langwell
"That wasn't that bad, now was it?" I asked him. He turned to me in disbelief as we got into the car.
"Are you serious?" he asked. "That was horrible! Please say I don't need to do that ever again."
"Honestly, Josiah. What was so awful about that?" I kept my eyes on the road as we pulled out of the driveway and back through the quaint town. He mumbled something out of the side of his mouth in response that I couldn't quite understand. "What?" His sigh was deep as he shifted in his seat.
"She touched the 'd,'" he mumbled again.
"What? The 'dee'? What the heck are you talking about?" I asked him, confused.
"The 'd,' Mom. The boys. When she was measuring my leg, her hand brushed against it." It suddenly clicked as to what he was talking about. She had touched his penis during her measurements. And while the measurements had taken only a few moments, it must have lasted a lifetime for my teenage son. Judging by the way Joey slumped even lower in his seat, it may even have been an eternity. As I grasped what Joey was telling me, the laughter started bubbling up from deep inside me. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I was almost crying by the time I gave up and burst out laughing.
"Mom! It's not funny!" he protested.
"I'm sorry," I chuckled, wiping my eyes. "It's totally not." I glanced over at him, and the wide look in his eyes almost sent me over the top. I bit my lip and shook with silent laughter. He couldn't help but smile as I laughed, breaking into a sheepish grin.
"Did you like it?" I couldn't help but ask, and he groaned in response.
"I totally got wood," he said, to which I caved to the hilarity of the situation and burst out into a full-on fit of giggles. Even Joey, despite his red face, grinned as we moved further away from the store.
"See?" I said. "Going to a wedding shop isn't so bad. I mean, you might get felt up by the staff."
"Ugh, Mom. You're so gross. She was like fifty."
"Watch it, buddy. She was younger than I am," I shot back, taking my hand off the wheel to nudge him. He laughed as he ducked out of the way.
"Mom, watch out!" he cried, the terror in his voice breaking the moment without warning.
I jerked my head forward as a semi-truck straddled the yellow line on the windy road, coming straight at us. With no shoulder on the road, there wasn't anywhere to pull over on my right. Instead, the right hand side was bordered by a sheer hill that crowded the road. On the other side of the road was a steep drop carpeted with thousands of trees. I had nowhere to move as the truck barreled towards us, and I weighed out my best chance of survival in a flurry of thoughts that lived within a second. My foot hovered over the brake, but I then saw my chance in the widening space on the other side of the truck. My only hope of survival was if the truck driver understood what I was doing, and moved over to the wrong side of the road to allow me to drive on the left.
I jammed my foot onto the accelerator and gunned it forward, driving over the yellow line and onto the left side of the road. The truck driver blasted his horn as I passed his truck, my tiny car teetering on the edge of the sloped roadway. I breathed a sigh of relief as I sensed the truck making room for me. However, I didn't anticipate the cars behind the truck. An older red car appeared out of nowhere, and I only caught a glimpse of the driver's terrified face before I swerved left to avoid hitting them. All my efforts of staying on the road were for naught as our car sailed over the edge of the roadway, floating towards the sea of green that lay in the forest below.
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