At the end of August 2004, I flew to Vladivostok, Russia to meet an eighteen-month-old boy named Igor. He was pale and tiny, only eighteen pounds.
Six months later, I was back in Vladivostok in front of a judge and prosecutor, promising them that, if allowed to adopt Igor, I would not keep him in a dungeon.
Six months after that, back in Nashville and nearing a state of clinical exhaustion, I decided that running around after a toddler and adjusting to domestic life after decades of total freedom as an artist wasn't nearly enough to do. So I began to write and draw my book THE SHINIEST JEWEL, which tells the story of how - finally - I came to be William Igor's besotted if befuddled mother.
My greatest accomplishment.