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Jade Maze: Book


Music Box Theatre Lounge
Pre-release Book Launch Party - 3:30-6pm
3733 N Southport Ave
Chicago Illinois 60613

Price: free and open to the public
At long last, my book "Walk Until Sunrise" will be officially published! This event is a pre-release. Books will be available at all the major sellers (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.) toward the end of December.

So if you want to get one of the first copies, come to the party!

Live music by The Buddy Fambro Trio, John Brumbach (sax), and me (vox)
Conversation and Good Cheer
We are celebrating!


Where is the point of no return? She almost found out.

J.J. Maze’s Walk Until Sunrise is a raw observation of her experience as a fifteen-year-old runaway and the circumstances leading up to that crucial brink.

Her theatre of life was beautiful and unstable. The family unit consisted of a firebird of a mother, the shadow of a nonexistent father, and her silent, older sister. Early childhood was a confusing blur because of Ralph, the older Jewish man that was presented as dad. You see mom and dad were white, but J.J (Heather) and her sister were at least tan. Hmmm. Ralph’s sudden death triggered a sequence of events, which quickly transferred mid-west values to a West Coast backdrop. In a matter of weeks, the feminine trio went from living in a ranch house in upper-middle-class Robbinsdale, Minnesota to an old Chevy Impala parked at the back of a Bay area alley. The shift in status was just what was needed to send mom into a full-blown state of mental anguish. This made life difficult—so did the lack of money, and the overabundance of cats, chickens, ducks, dogs, and men. The colorful palette of 1970’s California culture, sex, poverty, and paranoia created a highly stimulating but unsustainable environment.

Tensions built up over the years and escalated to an intolerable din. J.J. took off, and a wilderness experience of epic proportion ensued. The contrasting settings she shifted through (LA, Vegas, Mexico, and Arizona) overwhelmed her. Things happened. Bad things . . . She kept running, and as she “bumpercarred” through the valleys of manipulation, rape, survival and isolation, she consistently came to the same conclusion: People are bad. Yet she couldn’t stand to be alone.

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