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  Excerpt from  A Movie Lover's Search for Romance  - HENRY, OR PATHETIC CRUSH #2 Just as my crush on Adrien Brody began to wane, I began crushing on Henry. Henry, as in Henry Cooper, direct descendent of James Fennimore Cooper, who wrote the well-known classic, The Last of the Mohicans. Henry Cooper, of the Coopers of Cooperstown. Until I met Henry, I’d never actually heard anyone who sounded like George Plimpton. I thought that high, guttural, WASP accent was an anachronism, like hula-hoops and the Ed Sullivan Show. If Henry was not the highest of high WASP, he would be a parody of rich Americans. But Henry is the real deal. He has piles of the Social Register stacked casually around his living room, along with old copies of The New Yorker , for which he once wrote. Henry is my father’s friend. They went to Andover together in the late ’40s and early ’50s. My father is not high WASP. Dad is the product of four Eastern European Jewish grandparents, each of whom traveled to the U

  Excerpt from  57 Steps to Paradise  by Patricia Lorenz--   Sam, First Husband   I’m writing this book for women in their 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s who are single, divorced, or widowed and who are interested in finding a good man with whom to share the rest of their lives. In order to do that I must first unzip my soul and expose my foibles. Think about it. Nobody wants to read about the perfect woman in the perfect house wearing the perfect designer outfit with the perfect man at her side. We women want the real belly-in-the-muck-of-life story. We want to read about the tough parts, the sad, anguishing parts of a real woman’s life, and hopefully learn how she wiggled out of the mud and muck into the light with a pretty good man’s arms available for a great bear hug every so often. So, that’s what I’m going to give you. The truth. I’ve made many mistakes when it comes to men, but I don’t think I’m that much differently from many women. After all, the divorce rate is inchin

Excerpt from   Heart to Heart Resuscitation: A Memoir  by Victor Montgomery III --  Author’s Note It is a little-known fact, going back to the First World War in 1914, even the toughest of the tough, the ‘true grit’ combat warrior decorated for bravery and valor, over time, can finally succumb to lying on a field hospital cot in the fetal position, with nothing left to give.  Wherever the war or conflict is fought, be it in the sandy arid deserts, jungles and mangrove swamps of Vietnam, the mountains, forests and woodlands of Korea, or the amphibious landings on the islands of the Pacific; it does not change the enormity of the human cruelty and tragic events seen and experienced that is beyond many veteran’s abilities to cope. Over the years of fire fights, mortar attacks, roadside explosives and sniper fire in Iraq and Afghanistan, and after multiple deployments, sleepless nights witnessing unrelenting carnage, loss of buddies- eventually takes its toll. Many warriors share nothing;