“Under Tracy Seeley’s cool, clear gaze, the fractured landscape of America’s rootlessness is seen whole again. She reminds us that place is both on the horizon and within our memories. . . . My Ruby Slippers is a complete pleasure to read.”—Lewis Buzbee, author of The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop
“Ad astra per aspera. ‘To the stars through difficulty’ is the Kansas state motto. Tracy Seeley’s My Ruby Slippers takes us on a knockabout journey to Dorothy territory, but when she awakens in sunflowers, she’s not home. An honest inquiry into who we are wherever we are, and a brave meditation on mortality. A wonderful book.”—Terese Svoboda, author of Black Glasses Like Clark Kent
"In this smart meditation on place, Seeley gives to Kansas the time she never afforded it in her youth."—Kirkus
"Seeley . . . writes evocatively of Kansas, from the "long horizons" of the prairies to the "white billows swelling" in its western sky.""—Georgia Rowe, San Jose Mercury News
"Engrossing and hard to put down, this autobiographical account of an odyssey will resonate with many who face their own muddied waters in returning to a home that is only vaguely defined, making this a pick for any general-interest lending library."—Midwest Book Review
"There is always the threat of a returning tornado, the specter of cancer, which may not carry Dorothy off to Oz this time. In Seeley's case, her ruby slippers take her home and teach her to cherish life there, to be open emotionally and spiritually, and how to belong."—Katelyn Hansell, Bid Muddy