I am overwhelmed by the book, My Father Lived Radiantly by Arkady. Related mostly in a series of highly personal poems, I found myself wishing I’d known the man the author describes in this loving tribute. She honestly approaches the death of her father, detailing events both large and small, and I could literally feel the depth of love and the sense of loss rising from the page like an aroma. This is a magnificent example of the way in which many of our best authors are publishing their works themselves. The author’s sense of loss and healing made me wish for more when I finished the book, an easy read that is filled with joy and pain, love and loss.