A Small Measure of Anxious Grace

By Christopher Kesting

Emmella is an anxious girl. She worries about the things most of us ignore or take for granted. She believes she can see things very few people can, experience events and causal relations before they even occur. Her mother is patient with her, trying to empathize and manage Em's anxiety. She assumes her daughter will grow out of this phase; but what she's about to realize is that maybe there's much more to Emmella's perceptions than just mere anxiety. And maybe it's time she start taking Emmella's observations a little more seriously.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Kesting
• Release date: Jan 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310766541

Christopher Kesting

Christopher Kesting is the author of four novels. His debut novel, the futuristic sci/fi thriller Rubicon Harvest (October 2008) was followed by Thrones for the Innocent (June 2009), a paranormal tale of justice, fate and spiritual faith. His third novel, Envar Island (November 2011), is an epic science-fiction adventure that has also been adapted into an award-winning screenplay and is awaiting possible production. Kesting's most recent novel, This Garden of Souls (December 2013), is an existential mystery that challenges the way we perceive ourselves and our realities. It re-defines the concepts of human awareness, freewill and the Origin of Man through intricate analysis of the synchronicity that exist between every human interaction. Mr. Kesting’s non-writing career is as a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist (CRNA). He has been practicing anesthesia for nearly 15 years, but writing creatively for as long as he can remember. Chris is originally from the Chicagoland area, but has called western Michigan home for over ten years.

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A Small Measure of Anxious Grace

By Christopher Kesting

Copyright 2014 by Christopher Kesting

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I shifted the small paper cup from my right hand to my left as I greeted my daughter’s new teacher.

Hi. She grasped my hand and pumped it enthusiastically as she introduced herself: Ms. Moran.

Her smile was warm and genuine. She projected an aura that made me wish I were nine years old all over again.

Hi. Karen Delfy, I offered. Emmella’s mom. I tipped my head toward a huddle of giggling girls.

"Oh, I just love her hair." Ms. Moran exclaimed.

I nodded as I watched my daughter brush the curly blond corn silk out of her face. Yeah, me too. She keeps asking me to straighten it, though.

Ms. Moran tilted her head and squinted. "Of course,