Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Jessie by Author Rebekah Lyn

Book Synopsis

The four Cole boys suffer abuse at the hands of an alcoholic father, while largely being left to their own devices by a heartbroken and overworked mother. Their adventures on their island home have become a welcome escape, and one of the only things in life the boys can truly rely on. Jessie, the youngest and a dreamer, becomes enamored with US plans for manned space flight and its race to the moon, stirring his own dreams of one day becoming an astronaut. In a strange twist of fate, it is the space program and the momentum it gains that abruptly brings their beloved island life to an end. The family is forced to move to the city and start anew. Life in town creates new challenges, financial pressures, news of the Vietnam War and the impending threat of the military draft for Max the eldest of the Cole brothers. 3d cover Jessie copy



Review:
*I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review*

I have to start by saying this book caught me totally by surprise. I anticipated not liking it at all since it is not in my usual genre. I also feared that there would be a lot of violence in it as well. Of that, I was completely wrong. Once I started reading, it completely captured my attention from the very start.  I could not put this down even to go to sleep. 

I mainly related to the period of time in which this story takes place. Historically accurate in a period of time to which there were many doubts. The space program during the 1960's was an exciting time for many Americans, most especially for the young man in this story. 

*****Spoiler Alert*****

This is the story of a young man and his family. Growing up near the launch pad of the early rockets into space, the reader feels the excitement of Jessie and his fascination with outer space. Although he has a hard life with a father who is an alcoholic and  a mother who works three jobs to support her 4 sons, Jessie still dreams of something that, to other boys in such situations, would never even consider due to their circumstances in their lives. 

This story will bring home to many young men and women just how important their dreams are. That one should never give up no matter what their circumstances are. Jessie demonstrates through his actions that anything is possible and one should never give up on their dreams. 

I give this book a 5 star rating for it's totally optimistic view under the worst of circumstances.   

*****
Interview: 
“Welcome to another episode of Rising Stars. Today I’m talking with Eleanor Cole, who moved to Indian River City with her husband and four boys in 1964 after the government forced them to leave Merritt Island.
“Thanks for taking the time to meet with me, Mrs. Cole.”
“Call me Eleanor, although I’m not sure why you want to interview me.”
“You are an interesting lady, Mrs. Cole, don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m just a woman trying to take care of my family.”
“You’ve done so through some truly difficult times, though. Why don’t we start with how you and your husband met?”
“I was seventeen, working at the Sit A Spell CafĂ© in Carswell, West Virginia. Gene would come in just about every night after his shift in the coal mine. He always ordered the same thing, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and carrots. He didn’t talk much but he did leave me a nice tip. One evening a table of miners got rowdy, started giving me a hard time and Gene stepped in, telling them to show some respect. The next day there was an explosion in the mine.
“I barely knew Gene but I was worried sick. He didn’t come in to the restaurant for almost a week and I was sure he was dead. When he did finally come back, he was wearing a suit and there wasn’t a speck of dirt under his fingernails. I hadn’t realized how handsome he was under all the coal dust and almost didn’t recognize him. He came right up to me, took my hand and asked if I would have dinner with him. We were married a year later.”
“How did the mine explosion effect Eugene?”
“He took it hard. He should have been in the mine, but had been sent out for a new tool or something, I don’t remember it exactly. He was a nervous wreck after the mine reopened and he went back to work. I thought I could take care of him or I wouldn’t have married him.”
“Was it hard for you to leave your family when you moved to Florida?”
Chuckling. “It was terrifying. Gene ran off and joined the Navy without even telling me. Next thing I know we are packing up and moving. We moved the week I turned 19 and I had never been outside of Carswell. I had no idea how I would manage without my mother and sisters. I didn’t know if Gene would be sent off to Europe once we got to Florida. Our first week on the base, I met a couple of other young wives who were in the same position, far from home for the first time. We became the best of friends. They really saved me that first year.”
“I’ve heard about the friendships that grow between military families being like a second family.”
“That’s true. Jan Maisey was probably my best friend, still is. She has two boys the same age as my middle two.”
“I know this may be a difficult subject, but can you tell me how your husband started drinking?”
“If I’m honest, I think it started after the explosion. He was having nightmares and so he started having a couple of beers before going to bed. It think the turning point, though was when we got to Florida, we heard stories about German U-boats patrolling the coast and merchant ships that were being targeted. In May of 1942 the freighter La Paz was torpedoed and ran aground within sight of the Cocoa Beach Pier. The locals were called upon to help unload the cargo-china, fertilizer and 900 cases of Johnny Walker scotch.” Eleanor pauses and shakes her head with a sad smile.
“I don’t know how many of those cases of scotch made it back to the shipping company. Gene spent most of the night helping unload that boat and got so drunk that two of the high school boys who lived nearby had to practically carry him home. He insisted we move off base a month later; found us a house out in the orange groves further north on Merritt Island. That’s when he started making his own moonshine.
“After Max was born, Gene seemed to come home drunk more often, sleeping off the alcohol through all of the middle of the night feedings. I was too afraid to talk to him about it and I was too ashamed to tell my family. I wish I had talked to someone in those early years. Maybe I could have protected Max and Jessie better.”
“They seem to have turned out pretty well.”
“They’ve been through some tough times, but they seem to be thriving now. I am so proud of what they are each accomplishing.”
“As well you should be. I’m looking forward to following Jessie’s career and hope you’ll put in a good word for me when he starts being interviewed by the national press.”
“I’ll make sure he takes your call first.”
“Thanks for taking the time to meet with me. I’ve enjoyed getting to know a bit more about your family. I look forward to breaking the story of your family’s success in the future. I like seeing our local boys succeed.”
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Book Excerpt

Set Back April 25, 1961
Jessie stood at the edge of the playground with two other boys, anxious for the next space launch. Recess would be over any minute. There would be no time for a hold in the countdown. Two weeks earlier the Russians had announced the successful launch of Yuri Gagarin into space. Once again the Americans had been left behind but today’s launch would hopefully be the last before America put their own man into space. 

Jessie held his breath as the rocket appeared above the trees. Then it happened. The plume of white smoke erupted into a fiery ball, debris flying in all directions. Jessie didn’t wait for the teacher’s frantic call to take shelter in the school. He shook his head and turned his back on the carnage. At the door, the teacher gently laid a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. Any other day and Jessie might have resented it, but he knew, today, it had nothing to do with his father and the reputation he’d developed for himself the past couple of years. 

When school was out, Jessie dragged his feet along the familiar path home. He kept walking when he came upon his brothers, his head down, watching the sand shift beneath his worn-out sneakers.

 “I heard the explosion.” Max draped an arm over Jessie’s shoulders. “Sorry.” 

Jessie nodded.

“Maybe we should go out to the beach, see if we can find any pieces,” Ricky suggested. 

The thought turned Jessie’s stomach, but then he stopped. “That’s not a bad idea. I’d like to have something to remember we at least tried to get to space.” 

“Don’t talk like that,” Sam said. “We’ll get there, it’s just going to take time.” 

Jessie knew Sam was trying to be encouraging, and so attempted a smile of thanks before shifting course across the large field of scrub grass. 

The boys spread out when they reached the beach. The tide was low but turning. Jessie took the section closest to the water, knowing the rising tide would cover it in another hour. The salty tang of sea spray filled his nostrils and he inhaled, while his eyes and ears locked away every detail of the sand and surf. 

He saw a flash of light ten feet ahead and quickened his pace, keeping his eyes on the spot. The ocean foamed up, then slowly retreated. Jessie squatted down to find a silver and black triangle, partially buried in the sand. Another wave rushed toward him, splashing over his feet and soaking the bottom of his shorts. He held onto the metal afraid the undertow would pull it out to sea. When the water receded, Jessie pulled the debris free of the remaining sand. It was five inches tall and three wide. Turning it over in his hands he noted scorch marks and part of what he thought might be the letter U or A from the USA painted on the side of the rocket. 

“Guys,” he waved to his brothers. 

Max arrived first. “What’d you find?” 

Jessie handed him the piece of metal. 

“Cool.” Ricky joined them and reached for the newfound treasure. 

“Good job, Jess.” Sam clapped his brother on the back. “I didn’t think we’d find anything that big.” 

Jessie reached for the metal and traced the rough edges. “You don’t think they will give up do you?” 

Sam shook his head. "Since the Russians have gotten into space already, I don’t see how we can give up now."

"I hope they don’t.” Jessie tore his gaze away from his find and looked at his brothers. “I want to be an astronaut." 

Max laughed. "You can't be an astronaut." 

"Why not?" 

"Cause you gotta have money to be an astronaut. You don't think Shepard and Grissom and all those other guys are dirt poor do you?" 

"Maybe they’re not dirt poor, but they aren’t filthy rich. They were chosen because they were in the military and had good records." 

"So you gonna enlist when you turn eighteen? We'll probably still be in that dag gum Vietnam and you'll go and get yourself killed the first day in the jungle." 

"Nuh-huh. I know how to take care of myself. I hide from you in the woods all the time." Jessie balled his hands into fists and planted his feet. 

Sam stepped between them. "Cool it, Max. If Jessie wants to be an astronaut, then maybe he can be. Lots of things are changing." 

Max snorted. "Yeah, and I could be President." 

"If that happens, then I'm moving to Mexico," Ricky quipped. 

Jessie laughed and unclenched his fists. Yet again Sam had brokered peace without anyone coming to blows. Maybe Sam was the one who would become President. 

Sam stepped back. “Let’s head home.” 

“Did you hear Mom and Pop got another letter from the government yesterday?" Max asked as they walked along the hard packed sand. 

"About what?" Jessie asked, turning up the beach, shuffling through the soft sand to a well-worn path across the dunes. Thick saw palmettos, sea grapes, and sea oats grew on either side of the path, slowly thinning as the boys moved farther from the beach. 

"About buying our land. They want to expand the missile complex more. They've been buying up all the land around here." Max swatted at a dragonfly buzzing around his head. 

"But they already have so much land, what do they need more for?" Jessie ducked under the wispy needles of an Australian Pine tree, his brothers close behind. 

"How'm I supposed to know? I didn't see the letter, I just heard them arguing about it after we went to bed. Mom wants to take their offer, but Pop doesn't want to move." 

"I don't want to move either," Ricky agreed. "I like being close to the beach and huntin' in the woods." 

"I don't think we have much choice. Sounded like the government letter said we take the offer or they'll just take the land away from us." 

"They can't do that," Jessie cried. "We've lived here forever." 

"Not forever, you moron," Max sneered. "Mom and Pop only moved here during the war, when Pop got assigned to the Banana River Naval Air Station." 

"Still, that's practically forever." Jessie let his fingers run through the thin pine needles as they emerged from the copse of trees into a clearing. 

"There are families that have lived here since the 1800s and they’re being bought out too. I don't think the government is going to consider our twenty years here more important," Sam replied. 

Jessie rolled his eyes. Leave it to Sam to know the history of the island. 

"But they can't just take our land," Jessie insisted. 

"Yes, they can, it's called eminent domain. If they can prove to the court that private property is needed for public use and fair compensation has been offered, the court will likely rule in favor of the government." 

"But this isn't public use," Ricky interjected. 

"Yes and no." Sam leaned forward, obviously warming to the subject. "A public park isn't being created, but the research being conducted and the satellites being launched are for the public good. Plus, the government will probably be able to make a pretty good case for public safety. Think about how close this piece of the rocket landed to our house. The government can use this incident and the others before as evidence of danger to the people still living on this end of the island." 

"All right, professor, we get it, but it still doesn't mean I want to move," Ricky interrupted. 

Up ahead, Jessie could see the orange grove that bordered their land, and glanced back over his shoulder. He couldn’t see the beach through the trees, but it had taken less than five minutes to stroll home. Sam was right. This one had been a little too close for comfort.

About The Author

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Rebekah is a Christian with a heart for new beginnings. She is a Florida native and a graduate of Jacksonville University, Jacksonville, Fl. A love of history, research and journaling led naturally to a passion for writing. She enjoys travel and has traveled extensively across the United States and Canada as well as Europe and the Caribbean. Her reading taste run from the classics to light fiction. When she is not working or writing, she enjoys cooking, baking and sharing recipes on her blog.
Her current works include, Summer Storms and Winter's End, books one and two in The Seasons of Faith series, and Julianne the first book in The Coastal Chronicle series. She is currently working on Jessie a coming of age novel set in coastal Florida during the early days of the United States manned space flight program. Jessie is the second book in the Coastal Chronicles Series.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Pearsus Mad Water by Nicholas C. Rossis

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Yesterday’s crimes. Tomorrow’s retribution.
 

Book Synopsis:

In the third book of the best-selling Pearseus series, the incessant scheming of the various players and their nebulous puppet-masters has brought about major change. Cyrus is now the new ruler of the Capital, struggling to fight Jonia’s revolt along with his own demons. Gella strives to keep abreast of Teo’s devious plans in order to end the war with Jonia. David returns to the First in an effort to overcome his loss of the Voice. Lehmor’s struggle to reunite with Moirah brings him to uncharted territories, where the enigmatic Iota play with minds, senses and the future of the entire planet. Old foes and unlikely new friends appear as invisible forces continue to pry humanity apart. Masks drop to reveal the ultimate truth: on Pearseus, everyone has their own agenda. And they’ll stop at nothing to achieve it.   Nicholas 2 (2)

What people say about Pearseus:

“He simply tells a story of corruption, people struggling as pioneers seeking to do with what they have... The measure of this book is that the triumph is not a textbook description, but a sense of a living struggle.” “A cross between Game of Thrones and Dune” “Astonishing, intriguing, thoughtful” “It will be hard to put this book down long enough to eat and sleep, never mind doing responsible things like going to work and taking care of the kids” “[It] hits on those big archetypal themes of invasion, loss, leadership, death... and high tech. It gives the reader plenty of material for discussion.” “Warning: May cause loss of sleep, lowered work productivity, and missed meals”    

Nicholas C. Rossis bio:book-photo-NR

Author. Avid reader. Web developer. Architect by training, holder of a PhD in Digital Architecture from the University of Edinburgh. Nicholas loves to write. Mad Water, the third book in his epic fantasy series, Pearseus, was just published, while his first children's book, Runaway Smile, is currently being illustrated. He has also published The Power of Six, a collection of short sci-fi stories. He lives in Athens, Greece, in the middle of a forest, with his wife, dog and two very silly cats, one of whom is always sitting on his lap, so please excuse any typos in his blog posts: typing with one hand can be hard...  

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Monday, July 7, 2014

Shattered Imperfections: Miss Perfect Part II , (The Shaw Family Saga Finale) by Author Nicole Dunlap

 

 

**I received a free ecopy of this story in exchange for an honest review**

   Although I have not read the other books in this series, this final story in the saga leaves me wanting to read the others that came before this one. The author has done a superb job of bringing the family together in a way that, even if the other books have not been read, the reader can see where this family has its ups and downs. The book is a serious roller coaster ride that will have the reader running the gambit of emotions and will find it difficult to put the book down. For sure this reviewer will be looking to obtain the other 3 in this series. I have every confidence that they will be worth the time it takes to read and fully understand the Shaw family. 5 Star rating................................

 

 

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Sunday, July 6, 2014

Sumiko Saulson..............Featured Author







About the author: 


Sumiko Saulson is a speculative fiction writer whose focus is on horror and science-fiction. A novelist, poet and writer of short stories and editorials, she currently works as the Oakland Art Scene reporter for the Examiner.com. Her novels include "Solitude," "Warmth", and "The Moon Cried Blood". "Things That Go Bump In My Head" is the name of her short story anthology, and her horror blog. A native Californian, she spent her early childhood in Los Angeles, and lived in Hilo and Honolulu, Hawaii in her teen years. She has spent most of her adult life living in the San Francisco Bay Area. An early interest in writing and advanced reading skills eventually lead to her becoming a staff writer for her high school paper, the Daily Bugle (McKinley High, Honolulu, HI) one of the nation's only four such daily High School papers at the time. By the time she moved to San Francisco at age 19, she had two self-published books of poetry and was a frequently published poet in local community newspapers and reading poetry around town. She was even profiled in a San Francisco Chronicle article about up-and-coming poets in the beatnik tradition. Over the years she's written numerous articles for local and community papers, non-profit and corporate newsletters, poetry and lyrics and novels.

Interview with Sumiko Saulson

When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?

My original day-job was as a computer graphic artist, and I ended up in computer repairs and cross-platform integration for Macintosh and Windows based computers not long after. I also enjoy art as a creative pursuit. I paint, and my preferred medium is acrylics on paper, although I also paint on canvas and found wooden objects such as table tops and pieces of cabinets. My paintings have been exhibited in art galleries, coffee shops, and community centers here in the San Francisco Bay Area. I am a journalist, covering the arts scene in Oakland, California for the Examiner.com.
Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?
The first book I ever created was actually a coloring book. I was five years old, and I gave it to my cousin, Gina, for Hanukkah. The first story I wrote was in the third grade. It was a series of stories, actually, campfire tales about skinless, skeletal zombies with still-rotting fleshing clumps of flesh and internal organs. I guess you can say that I was a horror writer at an early age.

What is your writing process?

I use notebooks to write character sketches and list key plot points, such as time lines or family relations, but I type the story itself on the computer in almost every instance. Poetry and very short stories of 500 words or less are the only things I write out by hand first. After I complete a first draft of a story, I need to print it and have it on paper in order to proofread it. I often make editing marks on paper at that time, letting myself know where I need to elaborate on or change plot points.
Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you?
The first story I ever read was "Ann Likes Red," a very simple children's book that my parents used to teach me to read when I was three years old. The first book I remember reading for pleasure was Pippi Longstocking. I loved it so much that I read several others in the series. That was the book that inspired me to develop a life-long love of the written word. She was also the first strong female heroine I'd been introduced to.

How do you approach cover design?

My background in graphic design is a tremendous asset when it comes to cover design. I used to try to create everything in the computer, but now I tend to base my covers around my acrylic paintings. It is much easier to create something that reflects the cultural tone of my novels, which tend to have either multicultural or black heroes and heroines, using acrylics on paper. For my short story anthology, I wanted a creepier, more traditionally horror genre associated look, so I used Photoshop to digitally alter a photograph of myself to make it look like Frankenstein's monster inspired zombie, after one of the short stories in the book.

What are your five favorite books, and why?

I really love horror, and I have read most of the books written by Anne Rice and Stephen King. I also love Toni Morrison and have read most of her books. It's pretty easy to tell I'm a horror fan when you walk in the door to my place, because I have two bookshelves filled with novels, and a third smaller shelf with only books signed by the authors, many of these local. My five favorite books are :"Love" by Toni Morrison, "Pandora" by Anne Rice, "The Stand" by Stephen King, "The Dark is Rising" by Susan Cooper, and "Dune" by Frank Herbert.

What do you read for pleasure?

Horror. Lots and lots of horror. The last book I read for pleasure that wasn't horror was "Winter's Tale" by Mark Helprin, which is a bit of a dark urban fantasy if you ask me, although now that it is being turned into a movie, they are calling it a romance. The last book I read for pleasure in any genre was "The Moonlit Earth" by Christopher Rice which was, of course, horror, although there were more than a few science fiction elements interwoven in the story. I guess I enjoy the whole speculative fiction wheelhouse, especially if, in the case of science-fiction or fantasy, they happen to walk on the darkly shadowed side of the street.

Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?

I was born in Los Angeles, California, and lived there until I was twelve. I lived in Hawaii, on the Big Island and on Oahu between the ages of twelve and nineteen. Los Angeles is the backdrop for "The Moon Cried Blood" and also appears quite a bit in "Warmth." Several of the short stories in "Things That Go Bump In My Head" take place on the Big Island, in Kalapana or Pahoa, where I lived during junior high school. The subsequent loss of that entire town of Kalapana to a volcanic eruption in the late eighties had a definite impact on me and my memories of a home I can never return to.

What book marketing techniques have been most effective for you?

Local marketing seems to work the best for me. People who are from my community, my city, and my neighborhood care more about me as an author than people who aren't from Oakland or the Bay Area. Local marketing includes book readings, and book signings. Readers like to make a personal connection with the author, which is easier to establish in person than over the Internet. On the Internet, collaborative projects with other authors seem to be the best way to market. When I become a part of one, my solo projects
also seem to sell better.

Describe your desk

It's actually a wooden chessboard sitting on top of a dresser and a table, well, Is should say, on the gap between the table and the dresser, mostly under the dresser. It faces the front door, and is usually infested with one or two cats.
What's the story behind your latest book?
I am in the middle of re-editing, revising, reproofing, and otherwise revamping "The Moon Cried Blood," the story of a young girl with a tragic past living in Los Angeles in the 1970s who discovers she is one in a long line of witches who are imbued with their power by the moon spirit, Luna. They are accordingly, called the tribes of the Luna, or collectively, the Lunae, and their powers can include genetic memory, travel through time into the dreams of ancestors or forebears, the ability to see into the hears of men and and women understand their underlying motivations, and the ability to see changes occurring in the time line, which are generally the result of tampering with aforementioned timeline by their enemies, who are infected with the wolf spirit.

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Friday, July 4, 2014

Struggles of the Women Folk by T.M. Brown



Genres:
African American fiction, 
historical fiction, 
women's issues.

Themes:
 family dynamics, 
romance, 
perseverance
                                                                                                                     
"Struggles of the Women Folk" is based on fictional characters created from stories my grandma shared with me when I was child.  It is the story of Georgie, a young Black girl in the South during the 1940s. I hope that you can appreciate her pain, suffering and betrayal as you travel with her on highs and lows you won't anticipate. This is the story of the power of a woman's courage, love, strength and faith that exists within each and every one us, whether we know it or not..

Excerpt
“Morning country bumpkins,” she said, same as usual.
“I don’t know why you have to be so rude to us every morning! What makes you think you so much better than us? How come we always gotta wait for you every morning? We workin in the same shop, doing the same stuff. Why you think you so much better than us?” I said as Miss Hazel and Sharon looked at me wide eyed.
“Look at you! Need I say more?” Regina smirked.
“No, you don’t need to say more, but I sure can. Like how you and Mr. Anderson been breaking dem springs on dat bed upstairs almost every night. Iz dat why you think you better than us? Cuz you up dere spreading your legs for dat white man?”
“Shut up!”
“No, you shut up! I don’t want to hear nothing else outta you! Not one more mornin! You just common! Messing round with somebody else’s husband foe a few nice dresses. I know your kind.” I didn’t know why I was so mad at her, but I just wanted to snap her head off.
“Shut up! That’s a lie.”
“No it ain’t. I hears yawl almost ever night.”
“You just sayin that cuz you jealous.”
“Jealous! Jealous of what? You ain’t got nothing I want! You mean, and ya nasty and common on top of it!”
“Just say one more word and I’ll . . .”
“You’ll what? Girrl, you really don’t want no parts of me. You take one more step and that’ll be your last! I’m sick of you!” Before I knew it, I was within arm’s reach of Regina. I had every intention of beating her down to the floor.
“Okay girls, that’s enough,” Miss Hazel interrupted. “Regina and Sharon, why don’t you go back up to your rooms for a minute.”
What? Why we gotta go? She’s the one causing problems,” Regina said as she began to make her way up the stairs. I guess she could see from the look on Miss Hazel’s face that she better not push it.
“I’m sorry, Miss Hazel,” I said after they left. “I’m just tired of her picking on me and Sharon all the time. Plus I miss my momma, and . . . and I don’t feel good.”
“I know it must be hard being so far away with no family around, child.” No one had called me child since I left my momma in Virginia. I missed her so much. I missed Donnie so much. I felt so lonely.

“You know, everybody has a story. Things aren’t always as they seem,” Miss Hazel said. “Regina has a story to tell as well. That don’t make it right for her to act the way she been acting, but she’s had her troubles too.

About The Author

Image of T. M. BrownInternationally recognized story-teller with a past that provides lots of material to write from!
*1st book, "A Life Not My Own", kicks down the secret door that Tina had worked so hard to lock away her insecurities, heartache and fears.
*5 STAR rated Just Between Us - Inspiring Stories by Women. TM's short story is a continuation of "A Life Not My Own", providing just a tad more about her life as a young adult (not captured in my first book). Expect the unexpected...
*"Struggles of the Women Folk", is based on fictional characters with a storyline created from stories that her grandmother shared with her as a child.
*Military service: 7 years - Enlisted
*Formal Education
*Master of Science Degree in System Engineering - Regis University - Denver, Colorado
*Undergraduate Degree in Psychology - University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC)

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