Joy was born before the sun fell and the stars rose. Pink booties began a thousands steps. Exchanged in time for pigtails and Cinderella. Fairy dust, tulle, ballerina slippers with dreams hung in a room. Seasons required a positioning of importance. Trophies and banners displayed with pride. Confidence thrived. Trials of puberty visited too soon. Challenges handled with loving discipline were part and parcel of life’s promised blossoming.
The shores of our fancy etched memories and milestones. We sat in uneasy chairs, taking deep breaths before the stroke of midnight. Her glass slippers were not as fragile as our hearts. Tomorrow she would fly with an inherent strength of determination. Lessons extolling the wonder of magnificent birds as they are pushed from the nest now roost on our sill. Little did we know then... a prophecy in motion. But we weren’t ready; emptying ourselves into the blazing soul of her, we bid farewell.
So beautiful she is...still ...within the photographs of our chronicles. The autumnal juncture of life spread a dark cloud:heavy, unrelenting, unforgiving; trapping her soaring spirit into the caisson of a spider’s lullaby. Edges of life became raw. Emotions muddled by the cacophony of troubled noise. Happiness smudged away like charcoal lines-fading, fading, fading...gone. Our love, endless as the oceans, keeps hope binding. She will always know, even within her raging tempest, our lighthouse is stalwart and resolute. Ne’er a faultering beam to guide her way...back home
to depths of despair snatched from our loving arms our sweet daughter fell
One man's take on life told thru humorous short stories from his childhood on into his mid-50's; from feeling like an outcast in school to being an adult. His intent: hope. Hope in that you shall see, no matter how rough life can seem -and is- at times, that you may be able to enjoy it. Each story will bring a laugh, a smile, a tear, a lesson.
The 23rd Annual Book Awards said:
"We Really Need To Laugh" shares memories which will resonate with many readers. Overall a creative presentation of the authors life given in a rather sing-song poetic story telling style; a pleasant read"
Paige Swanson inherits her aunt's mansion and moves to Savannah, Georgia. There she meets Cash Wilkins, the architect hired to restore the home to its full glory, and Bradley, the resident ghost - a Confederate soldier killed in the Battle of Chickamauga.
Locals believe Civil War treasure's hidden in the mansion. Paige's new home becomes a target for thieves. Both Cash and Bradley vie to protect her. Who will succeed? Will Paige find an even greater treasure; romance with Cash?
This novel weaves a tale of romance, history, and ghostly mystery that keeps readers enthralled from the first page to the last.
In a world where everything is not as it seems, it can be deadly uncovering secrets that have been concealed within the shadows for years. Across the sand dunes and under the castle of The Flarein Royal Family, there lies an ancient city that once was the one of the largest trade centers in all of Trindavin; however, it is now nothing more than a dark place full of bloodthirsty bandits and gladiators. This dark secret kept from the world is only of the many the mysterious Royal Family of Flarein withhold. When everything breaks lose, the reality of life's cruelty and clarity challenges the growth of the young Princess Melainie. In the end, will she grow, or will she fall further into the dark abyss of the secrets shrouding her past, present, and future?