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  Precerpt (excerpt from book prior to publication):  Raising God's Rainbow Makers  (Mahlou) Doah was a surprise (well, so were the other three) who quite fortuitously was predicted to be born in Pittsburgh, PA around Christmas Day 1977 -- semester break from my studies at near-by Renboro University. However, it was my grandson, Nathaniel, who ended up being born on Christmas day. Doah was born quite early, messing up both my teaching schedule and studies (and creating quite a lot of subsequent havoc due to all his medical issues -- 30 years later, he is still creating havoc, mostly due to his overly inquisitive and highly extroverted nature, coupled with some serious mental challenges). I don't remember all my labors, but I do remember Doah's. I went into labor while teaching a foreign language class! I managed to make it through the class (my stubborn nature, which does not always serve me well) and asked one of the students in the "college over 60" program to s...

  Simone: The Gamma Queen At 18 years old—well beyond the typical 10–15 year lifespan of Himalayans—Simone is not just surviving; she’s sovereign. In human years, she’s a centenarian, and she wears her age like a velvet robe: soft, regal, and quietly commanding. Simone is a classic Gamma: independent yet affectionate, serene yet perceptive. She loves attention but never demands it. Combing her long fur brings forth deep, quiet purrs—like a low chant from a feline monastery. Though arthritis and blindness have softened her physical presence, they’ve only deepened her emotional one. Her eyes, once brilliant blue, now clouded, still hold the memory of every gaze exchanged over nearly two decades. Her throne is a sleep number bed—higher than most, and perfectly suited to her new role as a tree cat. Once a bush cat who preferred low, hidden spaces, Simone now reigns from above, protected and elevated. During the day, she climbs three soft stairs to reach her perch, where cloth pads h...

  Available now on pre-order!  Nothing So Broken  - war, memoir, more. Today we provide a precerpt (an excerpt from a book not yet published) -  -ally-   The largest maple tree along with the secret superhero base was cut down first. It was deemed too big and much too close to the house; the expanding roots had expanded, building up pressure against the foundation. A year or two later, the pair of smaller maples followed, but the landscaper left the stumps and never came back to finish. They sat anchored in the front lawn for years, oozing rainbow-bright rot into the surrounding grass. Mushrooms and other fungi blossomed.   But Kim Anderson was wicked mint, an eighth grader with chestnut curls framing freckled cheeks and soft brown eyes. Her friends, Marie Labreck and Michelle Nadeau, were also suddenly cute, and then there was this tall girl in my math class with blond, spikey hair, and Oh My God! What was happening to me? I’d notice Kim talking with her f...