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4 Wills “Been There, Going Again” Blog Tour, Stephen Geez

Day 1

Greetings, all! Welcome to the first stop on my 4WillsPublishing Blog Tour celebrating the re-issue of my memoir-shorts, Been There, Noted That: Essays in Tribute to Life. It has updated cover, new graphics, new book trailer, and now a first-ever jacketed hardcover edition. The book’s ruminations range from light and humorous to heartbreakingly poignant, but all spring from my own experiences. Thanks for visiting, trying this sample, and commenting!

 

How Old, Indeed

Essay by Stephen Geez

 

“I sure wish I had put some trees in my yard,” my neighbor said, watching me trim branches on the row of flowering crabapples that liked to reach over the sidestreet walkway and tickle the noggins of passersby.

Only a year into grad school and working full-time, I had just commenced one of those long-term projects called a “mortgage.”  Yes, I had bought my own place, a nice corner-lot colonial in a well-seasoned, thirty-year-old neighborhood. My house’s original owners had planted enthusiastically, blessing me with gloriously mature flora: springtime bloomers such as apple, cherry, and crabs; robust blossom-gobbed shrubbery the likes of lilac, snowball, and forsythia; plus a towering trio of magnificent hot-summer shaders—a red maple that ended every sentence with “eh?”; the mischievous elm that liked to flirt with my grapevine; and a humongous cottonwood that could target any area swimming pool with a fusillade of silky white puffs, then laugh about it for days. My neighbor’s yard, a mower-cropped crew-cut of featureless green, looked forlorn in comparison.

“Today’s as good a day as any to plant a few,” I pointed out.

He chuckled as if I’d made a joke, then shook his head and said, “Naw, it takes a good ten years or more till they’re big enough to sit under.”

I thought of him some years later when I saw an elderly woman interviewed on the news. Posing proudly in her cap and gown, she beamed over realizing her dream of going to college, four years of determined effort culminating in a bachelor’s degree. When the interviewer asked about encouragement from friends and family, the elder-grad surprised me by admitting, “They all thought I was nuts.”  She said that when she enrolled, her grandson quickly pointed out she’d be 74 by the time she graduated. Her response still resonates with me today:

“And how old will I be in four years if I don’t go to college?”

How old, indeed.

The very nature of a human lifespan presents life-plan challenges. Nearly all of us have reliable data on when our individual clocks started ticking—it’s right on the birth certificate—but except in rare instances, we have only a vague notion of now much time we’ll get to live and love, to laugh and learn. That’s why we try to cram so many accomplishments into our younger days. I mean, the sooner you achieve a goal, the more time you’ll have to enjoy the benefits.

However, this perspective is rather outcome-oriented. At the lower level in a hierarchy of ambition, we choose quick-and-simple aims, the kind where we expect lesser efforts to produce quicker results. At the middle level, we pursue the kinds of substantial rewards that require long-term, sustained effort—which in turn imbues success with greater meaning. At the highest level, we work toward goals where the benefits extend beyond our time, service to future generations, a paying forward for what our forebears accomplished for us. Imagine the old-timer who patiently plants a thousand seed-lings, knowing he’ll never live to see the forest, a form of altruism too few of us ever learn to embrace. Failing to see our world and the people who share it as bigger than one individual—as a continuum enduring beyond a single lifetime—is how it comes to seem acceptable to ignore the long-term consequences of pollution and climate change, of rapid natural-resource depletion, of amassing a massive collective debt for future generations to pay down.

Maybe we don’t always need a “result.”  The old lady didn’t say her goal was a degree, but rather “to go to college.”  If she ran out of time after a year or two or three, wouldn’t the experience, the knowledge, the mere accomplishment found in effort be worth it?  If you plant a tree, won’t watching it grow, if only for a while, offer a measure of satisfaction?  Don’t the best destinations beckon us with the promise of a meaningful journey?

And can’t the results of our best efforts prove different than we expect, maybe even better, with dividends paying in more ways than we ever imagined?  Think about the never-too-late lesson younger generations learn from the example set by that elderly college coed. Think about the circle-of-life wonder a child discovers when an old-timer nurtures seedlings that will mature long after he’s gone.

And even if nobody ever finds out what you have done, at least you can embrace the joy in knowing you’ve made yourself a better person, and you’ve left the world better for the time you got to live and love, to laugh and learn.

It’s been a long time since I lived among those springtime bloomers, blossom-gobbed shrubs, and towering trio of magnificent hot-summer shaders; but I hope my former neighbor is still right there across the street, and that he did get around to planting those trees. I like to imagine him spending some golden-years time relaxing in the shade. But if he’s gone now, I expect his son inherited the house, and I hope that on a hot summer day he can sit in that shade with his own children and share memories about helping his dad plant those trees.

How old do you have to be to understand that such a simple result is worth all that effort?

How old, indeed.

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Author Bio: Writer, editor, publisher, TV producer, music composer, entrepreneur and more, Stephen Geez has long honed a keen eye for the foibles of human nature. His writing since taking undergrad and grad degrees at Michigan includes novels and short stories in various genres from literary to mystical adventure, non-fiction covering academic to how-to, commercial arts spanning corporate training to consumer advertising, and web-based content including the collections at StephenGeez.com and GeezWriter.com. Easing gingerly into his second half-century, he can’t hop, skip, or jump like the old days, but he never stops noticing and taking notes.

 

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Prizes up for grabs…   (Visit the 4WillsPublishing website for more details!)

*For each day: 1 hardcover edition of Been There, Note That.
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Thank you so much for stopping by and please be sure to click here for the rest of Stephen’s tour stops.

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Welcome Kim Cox on Day 6 of your exciting

Style & Profile Series Tour

 

Character Interview: Sarah Martin –
“BEFORE WE WED” Book 2

News Reporter, Charlene Stewart, from Radio Station WCVU, Good Night Lawrence conducts an interview with Sarah Martin, fiancé to the recently arrested Jon Clayton.

Sarah Martin is the heroine of the Romantic Suspense novel, Before We Wed, Book 2 of the Style & Profile series by Kim Cox. Sarah was first introduced in Book 1, All This Time, as Trevor Drake’s Administrative Assistant.

News Reporter:  Hi Sarah, thank you for agreeing to do this interview with us today. I hear you’ve have an exciting few weeks preceding both the best and worst day of your life.

SARAH:  Thank you for having me. Yes, you heard that right. I didn’t realize my plight in all this would receive so much media interest.

News Reporter:  Can you tell us how it all started?

SARAH:  It was our wedding day, Jon Clayton and myself. Just as we were saying our “I dos” the Lawrence, New Jersey detective busted in and arrested Jon.

News Reporter:  They arrested Jon on your wedding day! How awful for you. What on earth had he done to be arrested in such a way?

SARAH:  He’s done nothing. He’s innocent. He was framed.

News Reporter:  You sound so pretty sure of that.

SARAH:  I am. Jon is a wonderful man, who is hard working and loyal to a fault. He would never consider breaking the law.

News Reporter:  So, has this innocence been proven.

SARAH:  Not yet. But I know it will be.

News Reporter:  What are the charges?

SARAH:  Jon owns an auto body shop, Clayton Automotive. The police have evidence that the shop was used as, what they called, a chop shop. Jon was charged with multiple counts of receiving stolen goods, grand theft, etc.

News Reporter:  Since the police have so much evidence, Jon is sure to be convicted. Others disagree with you about his innocence too. What about his ex-wife, Kate Roberts. It’s a matter of court record that she has filed a restraining order, keeping Jon away from their son.

SARAH:  I disagree about Jon’s sure conviction. I’m sure once the lawyer finds out who’s framing Jon and the real guilty party is found, he will go free. It is true about Kate, but she’s been under the undue influence of those who would wish Jon harm.

News Reporter:  Who would that be?

SARAH:  I’m not at the liberty to say. It’s an ongoing investigation. I can only insure the public which includes Jon’s customers that he is innocent and it will be proven.

News Reporter:  With that, we’re out of time. I leave the audience with the questions. Is Jon Clayton guilty? Or will he be exonerated of his charges? All I can say is I hope Jon has a good lawyer.

SARAH:  He does.

News Reporter:  You heard it here first, on WCVU. Jon Clayton has a staunch supporter in his fiancé, Sarah Martin. This is Charlene Stewart saying, “Good Night Lawrence.”

ABOUT THE BOOK

Just as Sarah Martin and Jon Clayton say their vows, the police crash the wedding to arrest the groom. Jon is terrified and Sarah is heartbroken. Thankfully, their friends support them emotionally and help find Jon an excellent attorney.

When evidence of John’s guilt is found, he swears he’s innocent. But how can he prove it? As if an arrest and pending trial aren’t bad enough, his ex-wife refuses to let him near their seven-year-old son, and has their shared custody agreement rescinded as part of his bail agreement. But when Jon Jon is injured, Jon breaks the agreement and his bail is revoked.

Sarah sees strange men in Jon’s business one night. One follows her home and attacks her. When Jon finds out, he pushes her way to protect her, but it doesn’t deter her loyalty to him or the attacker’s determination to killer her. Will the enemy get to her?

Is Jon truly innocent, and does he have no idea how the damaging evidence found its way into his business? Are there more sinister people involved? Will Sarah find the evidence she needs to clear him, or will she find out he’s fooled them all? If someone else is framing Jon, who is it and what are their motives?

 

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BOOK EXCERPT: BEFORE WE WED, Book 2

CHAPTER ONE

Sarah Martin and Jon Clayton stood at the altar, Sarah gazing lovingly into Jon’s sky-blue eyes. She wore an antique white wedding gown with lace over satin, while Jon sported a black tuxedo with a white shirt and black tie. They smiled, holding hands. This was the best day of Sarah’s life; the day she’d anticipated all year.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she said, “I do.”

The pastor turned to Jon, “Jon, do you take Sarah—”

The church doors crashed open. “Police. Stay where you are. No one moves.” Two plain clothes detectives entered through the double doors.

The crowd gasped and turned to see what interrupted the ceremony. The younger officer drew his pistol, while the older held the butt of his gun in his holster.

As soon as the older cop realized there was a wedding taking place and a room full of people, he signaled his partner to lower his weapon.

The matron of honor, a very pregnant Jenny Drake, shot a glance at her husband, Trevor, who stood beside Jon as his best man. He shrugged.

“What’s this about?” Trevor asked, moving toward the intruders.

“Stand where you are, sir. We’re asking the questions here,” the younger of the two said, reaching again for his pistol.

Trevor threw up his hands. “Hold on there a minute, officer.”

“Don’t get antsy, Tom,” the older white-haired detective said. “They’re just curious about what’s going on, especially given the way you’re waving your firearm around like a maniac. Put it away.”

Jenny walked over. “What’s the meaning of this? Can’t you see we’re having a wedding ceremony? No one is breaking any laws here.”

“Sorry, ma’am. My name is Detective Lawrence Green. We have a warrant for the arrest of a Jon Clayton, and we were told by an informant that he was holed up at this address. We didn’t know it was a wedding.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sarah said.

“I’m Jon Clayton,” the groom said. “I don’t understand—” Detective Green took Jon by the arm. “You need to come with us to the station, Mr. Clayton. Everything will be explained there. As I said, we have a warrant for your arrest.”

“Why?” Sarah asked. “What are the charges? He hasn’t done anything wrong—there must be some mistake. We’re getting married. You can’t take him!” Although she tried to stay calm, she became more hysterical by the moment.

Jenny wrapped an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “You’re right. There’s been a terrible mistake, but we’ll get it figured out and then you and Jon can get married as planned.”

The other detective, Tom, joined his partner on the other side of Jon. “Turn around and face my partner.” Jon did as he was told. “Put your hands behind your back,” Tom added. Again, Jon cooperated. Tom put handcuffs on Jon and turned him toward the door.

“Again, sorry for the intrusion,” the older detective said. “You can carry on with what you were doing…” he began, then stopped when he clearly realized they couldn’t continue because he and his partner were taking away the groom.

They walked Jon out. “You have the right to remain silent…” Sarah heard just before she broke down sobbing, not caring that everyone stared at her. She dropped to the floor and covered her eyes, her body shaking.

Jenny said to Trevor, “Don’t worry about her. Lynsi and I will take care of Sarah. You go to the station and help Jon.”

The friends, Jenny Drake and Lynsi Patterson, took hold of Sarah’s arms and helped her to her feet. They led her out of the room and into her dressing room before any of the other guests could bombard her with their questions.

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When Sarah wiped her eyes, she noticed dark smudges covered the back of her hands. She stumbled over to the mirror and saw that black lines streaked from her eyes and down her cheeks. Her best friends and co-workers stood by her as she cried her eyes out. Eventually she stopped, the numbness swiftly changed to anger.

“What do you want to do now?” Jenny asked.

“I want to go to the station and be with Jon, of course.”

“Okay, you get changed and—”

“She will do no such a thing.” An angry southern drawl rang out from the open door.

They all turned to see who it was.

“Mom,” Sarah said. “What’re you saying? Of course I’m going to the police station to stand by Jon.”

Mrs. Martin, Sarah’s mother, had dark hair and strong eyes. She’d raised six children and now suffered from empty-nest syndrome. Always the type of parent who’d mettle in her children’s lives, her condition made her worse. Recently, she’d found a job working as an administrative assistant for a local government employment agency to fill the void.

“You will not stand by that loser. I should’ve known you’d choose a criminal for your husband.” Her mom stood slim and tall, about five feet ten inches. Strong-minded and contentious, she’d ruled her family by belittling, bullying, and bending them to her own will.

Sarah had left home as soon as she’d graduated high school to get away from her. She’d thought her mother had changed, that her later years would somehow sweeten her sour disposition. She’d dared to dream for a better relationship between them—one where they’d eventually be close like moms and daughters should be. It didn’t look like that would happen.

“Mom, please,” Kara, Sarah’s twin sister, said as she appeared behind their mother. “You’re not helping.” She turned to face her brother. “Dean, please go to the police station, find Trevor, and see if you can figure out what’s going on.”

Dean worked as a paralegal for a local law firm in Atlanta, Georgia, while also going to law school. “Sure thing, Sis,” he said, then rushed out the door.

“But Kara, you heard the detective. They had a warrant for Jon’s arrest,” Mrs. Martin said.

Kara shouted, “My goodness, Mom! It couldn’t be bad. They didn’t even say what he was being charged with.”

Mrs. Martin stomped her heeled shoe. “It was bad enough that they took him away in handcuffs for all Sarah’s family and friends to witness.”

Sarah’s oldest brother Aaron, the dentist, sauntered in to join his mother. Streaks of gray made light highlights in his hair. He’d gotten a little belly bulge since Sarah had seen him last. “Mom’s right. He can’t be any good. For one, Sarah chose him, and we all know what type of guys she went out with back home: losers.”

Jenny and Lynsi tried to comfort Sarah as her family went after Jon’s character like a pack of wild animals going after their prey.

Kara clutched Sarah’s hand and rolled her eyes. “Sarah doesn’t need this right now. Go back to your hotel rooms until we can get this straightened out.”

“She’s right,” Lynsi added. “We’re Sarah’s closest friends. We all know Jon well, and we know he’s not a criminal.”

Sarah hated her mom and oldest brother right then more than she ever had. It was bad enough how they’d belittled her during her younger years with one verbal stab after another, but now they were attacking the man she loved.

Kara turned toward her mother and brother. “You’re all making an earthquake out of a little tremor.”

Sarah swiped away the puddles that had formed under her eyes, threw her shoulders back, and folded her arms over her chest.  “Yes, Mama, will you please take Aaron, Daddy, Jason, and Shelby and go to your hotel rooms or to my house. Kara, Jenny, Lynsi, and I will change and go to the police station to see what’s going on with Jon. He’s no criminal. He owns his own business, and he’s the man I love. We know he’s done nothing wrong. This is all just a big mistake.”

“Humph!” Sarah’s mother held her shoulders back, her back straight as a rod. “I don’t see a need to stay another night. We should just check out and go home. Obviously, there’s not going to be a wedding anytime soon.”

Heat rose in Sarah’s face, and she stood with hands on hips, facing off with her mother and brother. They sickened her. “For the love of… Just go!” Gritting her teeth, she pointed toward the door. “I couldn’t care less where. But just go.” She pushed them out the door, shut it, locked it, and leaned against it.

“Way to go, girl,” Kara said. “Looks like you grew a backbone up here in New Jersey.” Turning toward Jenny and Lynsi, she said, “Thank you. I thought Sarah would never stand up to Mom like that. That woman could get on a saint’s nerves. Aaron ain’t much better, either. Shall we get changed?”

Sarah hugged her sister. “Thanks, Sis, for all your help. Although I’m sad about Jon, I’m happy to have you and Dean here with me. And I’ve never been more thankful to have left Atlanta ten years ago as I am right now.” She swallowed, not allowing the fear of Jon’s situation to consume her.

Another tear crept from her eye and she swiped it away, determined not to go there again. Jon’s arrest was a mistake and somehow, she would prove it and she knew her friends, Kara, and Dean would be there for them no matter what.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

An author of Mystery, Suspense, Paranormal, and Romance, Kim Cox lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina with her chainsaw artist husband, their West Highland White Terriers, (Scooter and Harley) and an adopted Yorkie/Maltese mix (Candi). She’s also a mother and grandmother.

Kim is published in novels, short stories and articles. Her published works consist of Romantic Suspense Novels, a Paranormal Mystery series and short stories.

Besides writing, cover design, and publishing, Kim presently works a full-time position outside the home as MIS Specialist for a Workforce Development company.

She is a graduate of Writer’s Digest’s Writing to Sell Fiction and NRI’s Fiction Writing, and has associate degrees in the fields of Office Systems Technology and Web Technologies.

Go to Kim’s Readers List and visit her at the following sites:

Website: http://www.kimcoxauthor.com

Blogs: Kim’s Musings, Kim’s Author Support Page

Social Media locations:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kimcoxauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KimCoxAuthor

Google: https://plus.google.com/+KimCoxAuthor/posts

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/kimcox

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kimwrtr/

LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/kimwrtr

 

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Kim is hosting a giveaway, where FIVE lucky winners will receive one of the following prizes:  (1) ebook copy of “ALL THIS TIME” and a $10 Amazon Gift Card or (4) ebook copy of ALL THIS TIME.

“To enter Kim’s giveaway, simply leave a comment anywhere along the tour!”

“The tour sponsored by 4WillsPublishing.wordpress.com.”

 

 

 

 

 

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#RRBC BACK TO SCHOOL BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY!!

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WELCOME TO RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB BACK-TO-SCHOOL BOOK & BLOG BLOCK PARTY!

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AND HERE ARE THE WINNERS!
CONGRATULATIONS!!!

1st place – Lisa Kirazian
(1) 10.00 AMAZON GIFT CARD!!

2nd place – Yvette M. Calleiro
1 Autographed Paperback copy of OUR LADY OF VICTORY, THE SAGA OF AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN CATHOLIC COMMUNITY

3rd place – Beem Weeks
1 Autographed paperback copy of CRAZY! HOT! AND LIVING ON THE EDGE!!

4th place – Lizzie Chantree
1 Ebook Copy of RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITERS SOUL 2014

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HERE ARE MY SELECTIONS: A little something about me, and a blurb to acquaint you to what the titles are about. 

 

OUR LADY OF VICTORY, THE SAGA OF AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN CATHOLIC COMMUNITY

I’ve been an Indie Author since 2007 when I came out with my very first book, Our Lady of Victory, The Saga of an African-American Catholic Community. I wrote it because I felt that our history was about to be lost forever and I had a strong urge, that I couldn’t shake, to make sure it didn’t happen. I re-published again under a different publisher and had a Facebook Re-Launch Party to introduce it through 4WillsPublishing. It has been an amazing journey.

Upon learning what these amazing pioneers did was a source of pride for me. We didn’t see much in our lives to be proud of and so any little found nugget was a delight. When I met Nonnie Jules on Twitter, it was the beginning of a wonderful relationship. She had a vision and my book was about to get some long overdue recognition. Plus she was a part of an elite few to give me an honest review. Before RRBC, people who did a review mostly wrote like they had to tell a story and do a lot of embellishment. You really have to know how to write a genuine review. And so I appreciated Nonnie so much for being so real. It started a conversation that I had been dying to have. Like most of us authors I was on my own, not realizing that in helping others I would help myself. Such a novel concept, but it works. I’m glad I found that out.BetterCoverImage

BOOK TRAILER

EXCERPT:

When we came of school age, my brother, sister, and I started attending George Washington Carver Elementary School. While living in Royal Oak Township we were not exposed to door to door evangelization. Here is how my mother found out about the church. For some time she had noticed a young boy walking, very early in the morning, past our two-story housing project unit at 10729 Hinsdale Court. He wore blue pants, a white shirt and a tie. She was so impressed with his appearance that she just had to find out where he was going. She stopped him one morning and asked. He told her that he was attending the new school affiliated with Our Lady of Victory Church. My parents immediately sought out this church and started taking instructions, because they wanted us enrolled in the school. Mother was doing just what the other parents were doing—looking for a good education for her children. The boy’s name was Frank Cryer, and we became classmates. Walking to school dressed in a uniform was a kind of evangelization, because it sure made an impression on our mother. As soon as the school doors opened, we were right there. Around this time my whole family started attending and preparing to become baptized Catholics…

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CRAZY! HOT! AND LIVING ON THE EDGE!!

My second book was created out of a need to share personal traumas experienced in a relationship gone bad; and life examples of the health problems that ensued from it. This book was never supposed to see the “light of day” but stranger things have happened.

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EXCERPT:

I recall one night, while preparing my baby son for bed, I sat down and laid him on my chest to rock him to sleep. Suddenly, I started to feel this tightness in my chest. It felt like I was being squeezed and it got worse and worse until I was writhing in agony and pain. I had difficulty breathing. I tried and tried but I just couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. My mother called for help, but when the police arrived and offered to take me down to Detroit Receiving Hospital, she exclaimed:  “Over my dead body! You are not taking my daughter downtown!” At that time, Receiving Hospital had a reputation for admitting a lot of violent criminals and crime victims and she didn’t want me in that environment. So the officers left. Fortunately, they returned with the decision to take me somewhere closer to my mother’s home. We rode to Mt. Carmel Mercy Hospital, right in our neighborhood. The doctors went through the normal line of questioning, including personal inquiries about my marital status. When I told them I was separated from my husband, they all looked at me with the same sympathetic but knowing expression on their faces…

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BOOK BLURB:

Imagine experiencing emotions that have you questioning your sanity. Your body gets overheated at the least bit of excitement and you scramble to find a fan or some air. Or you find yourself in the throes of a panic attack and can’t understand how to shut it off, so you are filled with anxiety wondering when the next one is coming. What if every time you take a drug you experience side-affects that you are warned about on the label?

The title was conceived in my mind after I thought over all the situations I had found myself in, getting out of them, and the affect all of this had on my overall physical and mental well-being.

Crazy! Hot! And Living On the Edge!! Is the True Story of My Upside Down Life!

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RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITERS SOUL 2014

Rave Reviews Book Club put together this powerful anthology of the member’s works. I entered in two categories and WON!! I was so thrilled to have my work validated this way. Here are the winning entries…

Childhood Memories: A Walk Down Memory Lane
Love & Relationships: Go After What You Want

BOOK BLURB:

The RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITER’S SOUL Anthology is a compilation of motivational, inspirational and humorous stories from some of the most talented writers of the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB. These stories and poems are meant to inspire you and lift you up at the exact moment you need it. We all know how soup warms our bodies, and there are so many different brands on the market to choose from, but for a writer, only RAVE SOUP FOR THE WRITER’S SOUL will do! So pick up your literary spoon and ENJOY!


Excerpt from A Walk Down Memory Lane

I will never forget being introduced to my own father. I didn’t know him because he was gone more than he was there. So we didn’t get the chance to bond with him. He told us to call him daddy. I looked at mother and she nodded her head in approval. I couldn’t believe she did that nor did I believe that he was my father. But I had to do what I was told. So I called him daddy – reluctantly. I never forgot that moment because it was traumatic. He had no one to blame but himself for this predicament. He actually seemed a bit annoyed that we didn’t draw closer to him. He was a stranger! How do you forget something like that?

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