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Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Penny and Yaya


    THE ADVENTURES OF PENNY AND YAYA

Marsha S. Clarke

 

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GENRE:  Childrens Picture Book

 

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BLURB:

 

Oh no!

 

Yaya can't find her beloved stuffed toy. Join her in her adventure as she seeks to find her toy with the help of her sister Penny and her parents.

 

At the end of the book, test your child's memory on Yaya's journey from lost to found with some questions that will be fun to answer.

 

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EXCERPT

 




My Review

Penny and Yaya is definitely relatable as a parent, especially if you have one who would lose their nose if it wasn't attached to their face...and that's aside from being a short but thorough reading comprehension exercise. With clean illustrations and an obviously considered color scheme, Penny and Yaya is a definite pick-up for your little reader. 

 

 

 


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

 

Marsha Clarke is an attorney who adores her nephews and nieces. They are her inspiration for her children's book, The Adventures of Penny and Yaya: Lost and Found. In the first book of the series, please follow Yaya's journey as she tries to find her beloved stuff animal.

 

https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Penny-Yaya-Lost-Found/dp/0228853362/ref=sr_1_1

 

 

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Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Beyond the Book: Special Patriots.

 

Interesting Patriots

When I think of women and the Civil War I picture the women staying at home to run the home, nurse the sick, prepare bandages, raise money for hospitals, spy for their side-you get the picture.  The ladies did their bit at home.  Well, they did, but there’s more.  Did you know that women actually served on the battlefield beside the men?  Oh, yes, we have documented cases where that’s exactly what happened.

Of course both the Union and Confederate armies forbade the enlistment of women so the women would have to enlist under assumed male names.  We don’t know exactly how many women enlisted, but we anticipate that it was probably more than the approximately four hundred cases we know about.

If you did get caught you were sent home immediately, but we know of at least three women who fought for almost the entire war.  Their names are Sarah Emma Edmonds Seelye known as Franklin Thompson, Loreta Janeta Velazquez the Cuban born widow of a Confederate soldier, and Albert J. Cashier.  Cashier is sort of different.  She spent her entire life posing as a man.  Of course this gave her a lot of freedom that other women lacked.

Edmonds was a Canadian by birth.  She enlisted in the Second Michigan Infantry in Detroit on May 25, 1861.  She was a nurse and a mail and dispatch carried.   Her regiment participated in the Peninsula campaign and the battles of First Manassas, Fredericksburg, and Antietam.  What happened to Sarah?  She deserted because she caught malaria and was afraid when they put her in the hospital they’d find out she was a woman. 

In 1867 she married L. H. Seelye, a Canadian mechanic.  They had three children together.  Sarah died in 1898 after receiving a government pension for 37 years.  The fact that she received the pension is significant.  Most of the time if a woman got found out the government wouldn’t give her a pension.  Sarah’s former comrades in arms had to verify her service before she got a penny.  

Albert D. J. Cashier was a nineteen year old Irish immigrant who enlisted in the Ninety Fifth Illinois Infantry.  She served until August 17, 1865 when her regiment was mustered out of the Federal army.   She participated in approximately forty battles and skirmishes.

After the war, she worked as a laborer.  Eventually she drew a pension and finally went to live in the Quincy, Illinois, Soldiers’ Home. In 1913 a surgeon at the home discovered that Albert D. J. Cashier was a woman. You can imagine what fun the newspapers of the day had to say about that.  Remember, Cashier had lived her entire adult life as a man and totally gotten away with it.

Loreta Janeta Velazquez served the Confederate side.  After the death of her husband she left New Orleans where she lived in search of adventure, desiring to become “a second Joan of Arc.”  She raised and equipped an infantry unit at her own expense and adopted the name of Harry Buford.  Often, she wore a fake beard and had a special wire cage designed to conceal her female shape.  She was elected lieutenant of her new unit, and her career as the commander of the Grays began at First Manassas (First Bull Run). Eventually she ended up serving with the army in Kentucky and Tennessee, during which service she was twice wounded and cited for gallantry. 

After the war she published her memoirs and said, “Notwithstanding the fact that I was a woman, I was as good a soldier as any man around me, and as willing as any to fight valiantly and to the bitter end before yielding.”

Why do you think women wanted to fight?  Well, in some cases it was pure patriotism.  They loved their country and weren’t content to take a secondary role.  Also, the Civil War era was a time where women’s freedom and opportunities were severely restricted.  This was a chance to throw convention aside and have the adventure of a lifetime.  

Once women decided to join the army you’d think it would be hard to conceal their sex, but maybe it was easier than you think.  Medical exams were superficial.  All a soldier had to do was be able to see, march, and carry a gun.  Also, during long periods of marching and fighting, soldiers seldom took a full bath.  They wore the same uniforms and underclothes for weeks and slept fully clothed.  In addition, I’d think getting shot at would have a tendency to dull any curiosity about your fellow soldiers.  And if all else failed the ladies could always sit apart, pretending to be loners.  

The outcome of the Civil War would have been the same whether the women fought or not, but these ladies were trailblazers.  They were willing to disregard what society said was proper to follow their hearts.  Today, we think it’s okay for women to be in the military, but do we think it’s okay for them to go into combat situations?  Seems like this issue still isn’t settled.

These are the resources I used for this article if you’d like to read in more detail.

http://www.civilwarhome.com/womeninuniform.htm

http://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue/1993/spring/women-in-the-civil-war-3.html

If you’d like to write a historical romance maybe this article will help you decide. Does anyone but me still like historical?

Interesting Patriots

When I think of women and the Civil War I picture the women staying at home to run the home, nurse the sick, prepare bandages, raise money for hospitals, spy for their side-you get the picture.  The ladies did their bit at home.  Well, they did, but there’s more.  Did you know that women actually served on the battlefield beside the men?  Oh, yes, we have documented cases where that’s exactly what happened.

Of course both the Union and Confederate armies forbade the enlistment of women so the women would have to enlist under assumed male names.  We don’t know exactly how many women enlisted, but we anticipate that it was probably more than the approximately four hundred cases we know about.

If you did get caught you were sent home immediately, but we know of at least three women who fought for almost the entire war.  Their names are Sarah Emma Edmonds Seelye known as Franklin Thompson, Loreta Janeta Velazquez the Cuban born widow of a Confederate soldier, and Albert J. Cashier.  Cashier is sort of different.  She spent her entire life posing as a man.  Of course this gave her a lot of freedom that other women lacked.

Edmonds was a Canadian by birth.  She enlisted in the Second Michigan Infantry in Detroit on May 25, 1861.  She was a nurse and a mail and dispatch carried.   Her regiment participated in the Peninsula campaign and the battles of First Manassas, Fredericksburg, and Antietam.  What happened to Sarah?  She deserted because she caught malaria and was afraid when they put her in the hospital they’d find out she was a woman. 

In 1867 she married L. H. Seelye, a Canadian mechanic.  They had three children together.  Sarah died in 1898 after receiving a government pension for 37 years.  The fact that she received the pension is significant.  Most of the time if a woman got found out the government wouldn’t give her a pension.  Sarah’s former comrades in arms had to verify her service before she got a penny.  

Albert D. J. Cashier was a nineteen year old Irish immigrant who enlisted in the Ninety Fifth Illinois Infantry.  She served until August 17, 1865 when her regiment was mustered out of the Federal army.   She participated in approximately forty battles and skirmishes.

After the war, she worked as a laborer.  Eventually she drew a pension and finally went to live in the Quincy, Illinois, Soldiers’ Home. In 1913 a surgeon at the home discovered that Albert D. J. Cashier was a woman. You can imagine what fun the newspapers of the day had to say about that.  Remember, Cashier had lived her entire adult life as a man and totally gotten away with it.

Loreta Janeta Velazquez served the Confederate side.  After the death of her husband she left New Orleans where she lived in search of adventure, desiring to become “a second Joan of Arc.”  She raised and equipped an infantry unit at her own expense and adopted the name of Harry Buford.  Often, she wore a fake beard and had a special wire cage designed to conceal her female shape.  She was elected lieutenant of her new unit, and her career as the commander of the Grays began at First Manassas (First Bull Run). Eventually she ended up serving with the army in Kentucky and Tennessee, during which service she was twice wounded and cited for gallantry. 

After the war she published her memoirs and said, “Notwithstanding the fact that I was a woman, I was as good a soldier as any man around me, and as willing as any to fight valiantly and to the bitter end before yielding.”

Why do you think women wanted to fight?  Well, in some cases it was pure patriotism.  They loved their country and weren’t content to take a secondary role.  Also, the Civil War era was a time where women’s freedom and opportunities were severely restricted.  This was a chance to throw convention aside and have the adventure of a lifetime.  

Once women decided to join the army you’d think it would be hard to conceal their sex, but maybe it was easier than you think.  Medical exams were superficial.  All a soldier had to do was be able to see, march, and carry a gun.  Also, during long periods of marching and fighting, soldiers seldom took a full bath.  They wore the same uniforms and underclothes for weeks and slept fully clothed.  In addition, I’d think getting shot at would have a tendency to dull any curiosity about your fellow soldiers.  And if all else failed the ladies could always sit apart, pretending to be loners.  

The outcome of the Civil War would have been the same whether the women fought or not, but these ladies were trailblazers.  They were willing to disregard what society said was proper to follow their hearts.  Today, we think it’s okay for women to be in the military, but do we think it’s okay for them to go into combat situations?  Seems like this issue still isn’t settled.

If you’d like to write a historical romance maybe this article will help you decide. Does anyone but me still like historical?

The Lonely Australian of the Asian Night (a short story by gregory pakis)




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Hookers and hawkers.
Mosques and mosquitos.
Paul has had enough of Southeast Asia.
He's only here ‘cos it's cheap.
He's on the run from police after leaving Australia.
No, that place wasn't much better either.
Well, it was when he was young.
When his life was full of promise. An up-and-coming boxer. And he had friends. And fun.
Then a bit of bad luck later and he found himself on the run in outback Australia. Paranoid. Hiding from shadows. The heat. The dust. The sweat.

Next stop, Southeast Asia.


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Cigarette in mouth, Paul stood on the hotel balcony and stared nervously out into the hot Cambodian night. He hated Asia. He didn’t know why so many loved it. Of course deep down he knew - cheap holidays. But to Paul, Asia was hell - hot, dangerous and always just a bit of bad luck away from some sort of disaster.

Not much could be seen from his balcony. His hotel was down a small street off the main road that led to the tourist centre of Siem Riep. He could see people drifting down the main road, mostly tourists clutching dollar beers. Directly across from him was the construction site of a new hotel.

Paul took another drag from his cigarette, grabbed his beer off the balcony railing and walked back into the hotel room. He looked at his boots next to his duffel bag. He was sick of those stinky boots. He looked at the grime on the duffel bag. That grime was from India. Indian grime was unique. Black. Oily. Nowhere else that he had been in Asia left that kind of grime. It came mostly off the train floors. As he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray, he remembered what his feet looked like in thongs at the end of those long train trips - black.

About the Author: Gregory Pakis is an Australian author, film-maker, actor and wacky vlogger. He has written the short story, The Lonely Australian of the Asian Night; the soon to be released horror-suspense novellas, The Regressor and He., and Memoir of a Suburban Hoe-Bo, which is partly an account of when he lived out of a van for ten years in Melbourne.

Gregory Pakis is also the writer / director of the feature films, The Garth Method (2005) and The Joe Manifesto (2013), which have won national and international awards and been distributed through Accent Entertainment, Label, Vanguard Cinema.

Gregory's more informal video projects are the feature documentaries, Garth Goes Hitch-Hiking (2007) and Garth Lives in a Van (2011) which have screened at film festivals in Australia.

More recently, he has created the comedy series, suBURPieS and his Wacky Vlog which can found on his socials.

Gregory has been featured in articles in newspapers, The Age, The Herald Sun, Beat Magazine, Inpress, FILMINK, and the Neos Kosmos. He has been interviewed on radio by the ABC, 3RRR, SYN FM, 3CR.

THE LONELY AUSTRALIAN OF THE ASIAN NIGHT - LINKS

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Friday, August 16, 2024

Proven Innocence


PROVEN INNOCENCE

Mary J. Rocco

 

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GENRE:  Suspense/murder

 

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BLURB:

 

Cynthia Evans wakes up in the trunk of a car, no idea how she got there, only to discover she’s wanted for the murder of her husband and children. With no memory of life prior, Cynthia is sure she did not commit the crime.

 

Only problem is-how does she convince anyone she’s not a murderer when she is not sure who she is?

 

With the help of a downtrodden diner waitress, Gabrielle, Cynthia fights to prove her innocence.

 

One thing is clear: Rick Evans is dead. But who is the real killer?



Excerpt

 

 

My eyes are open, but there is no sight to see. Darknessremains. It is black—pitch black. I squint and shut my eyes to adjust to the darkness faster, but it does not help. No shadows lurk in the night for me to redirect my corneas upon. The darkness encloses me, encasing my body in its depth. My body is not upright. It is stretched horizontally across the ground. I am lying down. I try to stand, but my weak body forbids me. My left hand falls upon the surface I am lying on. The ground feels furry, almost carpet-like. I am not outside.

 

Where am I?

 

My best deduction indicates I am trapped in a restrictive box. My head has only four inches to move before hitting the top, and my legs are bent at the knees with my toes resting upon the op¬posite wall from my head. I look up and find a wall of darkness just inches above—pure darkness with no stars or moonlight.

 

Am I buried alive?

 

Every human’s worst nightmare is to be mistaken for dead and lowered six feet underground where no one can hear the perilous cries for help. I try to scream, but no sound escapes from my vocal cords. Thoughts of Edgar Allen Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart filter into my brain.

 

What if the people walking above can hear the faint beating of my heart from the depths below?

 

Get a hold of yourself!

 

I raise my right hand slowly to dislodge the top of my coffin. My arm shakes as it rises off the ground above my head. I am limp and exhausted. A sharp pain pulsates throughout my entire right side as I try to move. Electric shock waves run from my toes to the left side of my brain. It is not a comforting sensation, and I would rather not move ever again in my life than experience such agony once more. The only options are, however, shift my body to experience discomfort for a slight moment or lay still awaiting death. 

 

My head is pounding from an obtrusive headache. It is as if a jackhammer is chiseling through the right side of my outer cra¬nium. I wince in pain as I raise my hand to the right side of my head. An overbearing shockwave shoots out of my brain when I touch that area. The hair follicles are mushy, raw, and tender where they meet my skull. The hair is matted to my brain. A huge, painful lump has started to protrude underneath the skin. I am not sure how it got there. I am not sure how I got into the situation I am in at the present moment. 

 

My fingers are sticky from whatever substance has glued my hair to my head. I try to smell them by placing my fingers underneath my nose, but I cannot ascertain the odor. I bring my index finger to my mouth to utilize one of my other senses. It is the last one available to unveil the mysterious substance. My saliva moistens my tongue to activate my taste buds. I rec¬ognize a fluid taste mixed with a hint of salt. It is blood––my own blood. 

 

Why am I bleeding? How did this happen? 



I have dreamed of being an author since the age of ten. I have been writing and crafting stories for the last twenty years, mostly because, well you know, life… and I got in my own way. After finishing law school, graduate school, travelling the world, getting married and starting a family I figured now was the time.

 

I was born and raised on Long Island, New York and spent ten years in my early adulthood living carefree in New York City. I currently reside with my husband and two beautiful children in the western suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, where I am a practicing attorney.

 

I hope to continue to publish many more novels that entertain and thrill readers.

 

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Mary-J.-Rocco/author/B0CX13KN4Y


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Thursday, August 15, 2024

Quiet the Waves


                                                          QUIET THE WAVES

Michael Ross

 

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GENRE:  Romantic Thriller

 


 

BLURB:

 

For Ryan Gould it's just another pay day, collect a car from Portugal deliver it to the UK. Nothing too complicated - until he decides on an unscheduled stopover in Northern France, in the city of Rennes, a quiet drink in the town square, where life would have turned out so differently if he not noticed the girl sitting on the bench was sobbing her heart out.

 

From there onwards his life twists and turns out of control until he finds himself in police custody charged with abduction and a journey to get to the truth. The girl on the bench, Claire, had misled him from the very beginning; who was she, and how had she managed to wreak so much havoc in his life?

 

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Excerpt


What the hell is up with me? Have I no mind of my own? I kneel on the cobblestones and throw her my most sympathetic smile. Hopefully she recognises the sincerity.

         

For the first time she lifts her head and looks me in the face, well in the eyes actually - and I’m smitten. She is attractive with piercing light grey eyes that meet mine head on. I was right she is no more than thirty years old, with jet black hair that does not quite match her very pale skin.

 

I ease myself up to a standing position. “Look, if nothing else, let me buy you a drink. I’ll bugger off if you want to be on your own. I’m not hassling you, just trying to offer a bit of support.” I do my best to sound earnest because it’s the truth. Her pain is so obvious it is impossible to ignore. All at once I remember I have an almost full pack of tissues in my pocket. I take a couple out and pass them to her along with the rest of the pack.

 

“Here. Blowing your nose wouldn’t hurt just now.” Her angry expression dissipates when she sees the smile on my face.

 

“I tell you what,” I say “I’m going to get a Coke at the café over there. If you want to come and share a Coke or something, that would be great.”

 

Her head drops and she mumbles incoherently.

 

“Sorry, what did you say?”

 

“A large latte would be good.” Her voice is both delicate and cultured.

 

“No problem. Come over whenever you want.”

 

I walk back to my table, fully aware that for some crazy reason my heart is beating as if I sprinted across the square. I purposely sit facing away from her direction, the last thing I want is to come across as a stalker. 




A Word With The Author


1.Did you always want to be an author? Big NO there. I started a university course in English Literature very late in life, it lit a fuse under me. I then started creative writing classes and surprised myself at my ability to write.


2.Tell us about the publication of your first book. I am so proud of my first novel ‘Hand Over Fist,’ in my opinion it is a cracking read, however, I made the mistake of granting the publishing rights to the first publisher that came along who were not equipped for promoting a British based thriller. It’s on Amazon 0.99 - go read and tell me if I’m wrong. 


3.Besides yourself, who is your favorite author in the genre you write in? I straddle all genres, but I do love short stories, so Alice Munro is a go to. 


4.What's the best part of being an author? Unlocking stuff stuffed away in my brain that I never had the faintest idea was there in the first place. The worst? The pay.


5.What are you working on now? The third book in the Pin-up and Tanner series, about halfway through and it’s shaping up to be as good as ‘Hand Over Fist,’ but I’m not rushing it. I have also about a dozen short stories ready to be part of my sixth anthology

 

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Born and raised in Bristol, England I now live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh Valleys, with my partner Mari and our rescue dog Wenna. I have a BA in English Literature from Bristol Uni and after creative writing classes at Cardiff Uni I won prizes for short stories. I write with a smile on my face.

 

I have self-published (including Quiet the Waves) five short story anthologies and five novels

 

Website http://www.michaelrosswriter.com 

Facebook www.facebook.com/michaelross.writer 

Twitter https://twitter.com/mikerosswriter 

Email mikerosswriter@outlook.com 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Quiet-Waves-there-wrong-person-ebook/dp/B0D7TG2564/ref=sr_1_1 FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED

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Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Dishing Love Daily

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Dishing Love Daily and Other Secret Ingredients (trademarked in Canada and the US) is more than a cookbook. Chef Suzy shares her collection of cherished recipes that focus on healthy, fresh, easy-to-find ingredients, appealing to both the novice and experienced cook. She will also guide you to and through a revolutionary, adaptable approach to bringing mindfulness and positivity into the kitchen. It's a timely, relevant and original concept in food craft that weaves our energetic imprint into a meal and into the hearts of those who sit at our table. It's a powerful, creative concept in awareness that will transform the everyday endeavour of nourishing our bodies into a life-changing act of nourishing our souls. Come on, let's get dishing!


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Choice

At the heart of this cookbook and my life, is one word: choice. It’s also at the heart of yours. This one word has all the power, purpose and potential to create an intention for nourishment and positivity. Ask yourself: What do I bring to the table? What is my purpose? What am I going to cook today? Who am I cooking for? How can I make a difference? Why is this important? Be curious, joyful and open to the inspiration and answers that are on their way. And remember, sweet, beautiful reader, you are an alchemist . . . in your kitchen and beyond. Trust me when I tell you that there is a tangible shift which can be tasted and felt as you learn to trust your power of intention. Honour time, your choices, and their consequences. You are the question and the answer, to what’s cooking in your kitchen and who sits at your table. I’m offering you a new foundation in food-craft that weaves your energetic imprint into the meal and the hearts of those who sit at your table. Come on, let’s dish some love.

Chef Suzy xo

About the Author:
Susanne Clark, a.k.a. Chef Suzy, earned her Red Seal in Culinary Arts in 2009 at SAIT in Calgary, Canada, apprenticing at Hotel Arts under the talented supervision of Duncan Ly and Karine Moulin. Upon graduation, Chef Suzy established Magnifique Cuisine, a successful catering business in the Calgary area. She also worked full time as the in-house executive chef for one of Canada's original Dragons' Den entrepreneurs, W. Brett Wilson, cooking for his Home Office team and a global circle of business and community leaders, artists and celebrities.

Suzy's first and continuing career as a mother of four empowered and vibrant daughters formed her vision of food as an expression of love and a foundation for healing and sustaining our most important relationships. Suzy loves to travel and seeks out every opportunity to enjoy culinary experiences around the world. She has been married to the love of her life, Richard, for 36 years.

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