The Painting and The Piano, by John Lipscomb and Adrianne Lugo,
The Painting and The Piano, by John Lipscomb and Adrianne Lugo, is an improbable story of survival and love.
Growing up more than a thousand miles apart and worlds away from each other, Johnny and Adrianne seemed to have all that a child could ask for. However, the demons of their respective mothers would tear their young, fragile lives apart.
Eventually, destiny would bring Johnny and Adrianne together, but first they had to endure the painful toll that alcohol, drugs, and a negligent court system would take on them. With parts of Adrianne’s story ripped from national news headlines, their story takes them from the depths of despair and near death, to their first serendipitous introduction and the moment each knew they were finally safe.
Filled with hope, inspiration and humor, The Painting and the Piano is an unforgettable story of pain, loss and the undying human quest for happiness. Told as a tandem narrative, Adrianne and Johnny’s stories are unique, but share parallels that create a taut and emotionally compelling narrative.
The Painting and The Piano is set to be released in February 2016. Genres: Literary Nonfiction / Romance / Memoir / Addiction and Recovery
About the Authors:
Johnny and Adrianne reside in South Florida with their Yorkie, Holly. Both are involved in the AA/Recovery community. Adrianne currently works at a recovery house and Johnny continues speaking, sponsoring and helping others in recovery.
Readers can connect with them on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.
To learn more, go to http://www.paintingpiano.com/
I’m in an office in Manhattan. There’s a large mirror embedded in one wall.
The furniture is small, a table and two chairs built especially for children.
There are a few toys, but none of them are very interesting.
The room is bare and cold, even though it’s mid-summer in Manhattan.
Honey, we have to go, but we’ll be back soon, okay? Mom says. Where are
you going? I feel fidgety and kick at the kiddie chair next to me. Just for a
little walk, not too far.
My tummy hurts and I don’t want to be there. Okay, Ady Maidy? Dad
asks. We’ll be back in a jip, Mom adds. Jiff, Dad says.
Jiff! We’ll be back in a jiff.
Good grief. She knows what I mean, don’t you honey?
Mom and Dad look at the woman who brought us to this room. I don’t
remember her name, maybe it was Ms. Abramsky, but she’s wearing beige
polyester pants and a sky blue short-sleeved blouse with a ruffle running
along either side of the buttons.
Her arms are folded across her belly. It’ll be okay. Your mom and dad will be
here in a minute. I look at my parents. Mom and Dad are right here.
Mom’s eyes are sharp, head tilted, arms across her chest, purse grasped
tightly in her right hand. Dad’s eyes are soft, moist. His hands are in his
I guess I mean Mr. and Mrs. Schoenowitz, Ms. Abramsky says.
Can we step out into the hall? Mom asks.
Yes Mrs. Cahn, replies Ms. Abramsky.
Will, why don’t you stay with Ady, Mom says to Dad. She and Ms. Abramsky
step into the hall. The door shuts solidly behind them.
I couldn’t hear what they said, nor do I think I wanted to, but when I was
older Mom rehashed the conversations she’d had with the agency.
Everything was fine until I called to say we wanted to adopt Adrianne, Mom
remembered saying. I know, responded Ms. Abramsky.
When we first came into this agency we were very clear that we were
looking for a baby girl that we could adopt—
I wasn’t here then—
I know that, but it should be in the file because when we were called we
were told that you had a little girl from drug-addicted parents and that it
would be a long-term foster parenting opportunity that probably would turn
into an adoption.
At that time the mother was in jail and the father was nowhere to be found,
said Ms. Abramsky. Right...and all the time your agency is telling us, ‘Don’t
worry, everything is fine—’
And it was. When you asked about adopting Adrianne we had to try and
contact the biological parents, which we did—
—When Adrianne was born Mrs. Schoenowitz voluntarily put Adrianne into
foster care, so we had to try to speak to both Mr. and Mrs. Schoenowitz—
So that’s why we’re here now— —and they wanted to meet
Adrianne. What about adopting Adrianne? Is that still in the picture? Mrs.
Cahn, we’re a foster agency and in no way an adoption agency. We have
certain guidelines. Does one of those guidelines include telling Mrs.
Schoenowitz she has the right to take Adrianne back? It took a long time for
Mom to get an answer to that question.