Can We Win?

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On October 12th the National Book Award Finalists are announced. There will be no forewarning. The entire world finds out at the same time.

I wish I could say that I'm happy to be nominated.

I really wish that it was for something else, but here we are, and we certainly want to win. Not for the acclaim. Not for any money. Not for anything other than there's a man's life documented in the pages of that book, and that man belongs in Times Square.

Can it win?

I put this book down once. When I was done reading it. - Matt Snell - Gasport, NY

There was so much to say, so much that still needs to be said. Such a void that will never be filled. Is writing about faith, love and laughter something that should be examined by a wider audience?

The book is amazing, Cliff. Thank you for sharing your stories. I am sure it wasn’t easy. I laughed, I cried…it is truly something special -Leslie Bauer Kresconko

And the date has been out there for me to grab onto. Since the book was sent for consideration, I have also entered it into the New England Book Fair. An award that I already received. It certainly isn't about awards. Like Woody on CHEERS, I can go buy my own trophy if that is what I need for self-esteem. It's about love.

Cliff Fazzolari writes with passion and spirituality about the things that matter most; family, children and the ties that bind us together. In the "House of Miracles" he presents the physicians, nurses, patients and families of the Women and Children's Hospital of Buffalo with a warmth and understanding that comes from being a writer and a son, husband and devoted father. His personal insights and observations magnify the importance and relevance of his subjects and let us in to a world where the human condition is exposed and celebrated.

I have enormous respect for his commitment to the subjects that matter to him.

Dr. Michael G. Caty, M.D., M.M.M.
Professor of Surgery and Pediatrics
State University of New York at Buffalo
John E. Fisher Professor of Pediatric Surgery
Surgeon-in-Chief Women and Children's Hospital of Buffalo

Do we have a chance?

I think we do.

And it's all of us. All that benefited from being part of a wonderful life of love, faith, hope, laughter and most of all:

the walking celebration.

The Fuzzy's go to New York.

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