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Writer’s Blog Tour, Friday, august 28, 2014

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Books by Allison Kohn
The first five books in the Baker Family Saga
Evelyn's Anxious Bench
Day by Day
Angels, Eagles, and Fire
Deep Trouble
Banner of Love
Other fiction
Are The Stars Out Tonight
Dream Interpreter
Non-fiction
Birth Pnags, Not Death Throes
Running The Race As A Winner
Evidence For The Existence of God
I am truly honored that Jackie Coote at: http://www.amazon.com/Jacqueline-Coote/e/B00D3KD9ZM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1


asked me if I would like to join this Blog tour. It is truly a pleasure to tell you about my work and answer the four questions. The link to my amazon site is: http://www.amazon.com/Allison-Kohn/e/B008AC5XWK/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1406403806&sr=1-2-ent

and you can find out more about my writing at: http://www.allisonkohn.com

1. What am I working on?
I am working on a story about twins separated at birth, neither with any knowledge of the other. This was originally a short story I wrote for a writing class. I think by the time I rework it and build on it a little more it will make a nice book.
2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
My work differs from others in the Genre of Christian because, for one thing, I write both fiction and non-fiction, and because it is expressed through my personality. I love science and history and since they are part of me, they are also part of my writing. My writing expresses my life and the way I react to life; therefore, my writing is an expression of me as a Christian.
3. Why do I write what I do?
I write what I do to express myself and the joy I find in my God. The joy of the Lord is my strength – and that’s not just a cliché. I love science, so I write about science. The same goes for history.
4. How does my writing process work?
I write, re-write and go back and re-write again. I have been proofing the previous day’s writing before I start the day’s writing because my fingers and the word processor aren’t always my friends. I use the thesaurus a lot because my memory doesn’t work as well as it did when I was younger – and spell check sometimes gets the wrong word with the right spelling.

My WordPress blog is: https://akleslieprice.wordpress.com

My face book page: https://www.facebook.com/akleslieprice?ref_type=bookmark

Author Paula Rose brings an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brushes with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coats with suspense inside Christian fiction. Paula’s research gives readers a panoramic view from law enforcement and lends to character authenticity. She enjoys writing romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but Paula Rose also plays amateur photographer. She’s from Philadelphia and lives in Southern New Jersey with her husband and rescue kitty.
1. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Paula-Rose-Books/1514088292150972

2. http://paularosebooks.com/

Rev. Roger Wolsey is an ordained United Methodist pastor who serves as the director of the Wesley Foundation at the University of Colorado at Boulder. He’s the author of “Kissing Fish: christianity for people who don’t like christianity.” Roger blogs for Patheos as “The Holy Kiss,” Elephant Journal, and Huffington Post.
Blog: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/rogerwolsey/

book: http://www.progressivechristianitybook.com

Ruthie Madison grew up in California for most of her life. Her hardships and circumstances are the reason for her strong faith. She says, “Without Jesus in my life, I would not be here today.” She is a devoted daughter and sister to her mother and sister. When she isn’t writing, she helps with taking care of her widowed mother and does some of the chores around the house. Ruthie Madison has published five books (two are self published): A Second Chance At Love, The Past Hunter:When the Past Comes Calling and most recently Purify My Heart. Ruthie’s books are mostly suspense fiction all with a Christian Message. http://www.ruthiemadison.webs.com
Order Ruthie’s books at:
http://www.amazon.com/Ruthie-Madison/e/B00713F1MG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1408548946&sr=1-2-ent

 

 

Writer’s Blog Tour 20 August,2014

Writer’s Blog Tour – Allison Kohn

 

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Writer’s Blog Tour

The first five books in the Baker family saga

Sci-fi Fantasy

Non-fiction conversation on the book of Revelation

A factious account of the life of Joseph, son of Israel in the Bible

 

A short defense of the faith

A non-fiction look at romantic love through the eyes of scripture

Thirty day Devotionals for victorious living

I am truly honored that Jackie Coote at:

http://www.amazon.com/Jacqueline-Coote/e/B00D3KD9ZM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

asked me if I would like to join this Blog tour. It is truly a pleasure to tell you about my work and answer the four questions. The link to my amazon site is:

http://www.amazon.com/Allison-Kohn/e/B008AC5XWK/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1406403806&sr=1-2-ent” title=”allison”>http://www.amazon.com/Allison-Kohn/e/B008AC5XWK/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1406403806&sr=1-2-ent

and you can find out more about my writing at http://www.allisonkohn.com

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  • What am I working on?

I am working on a story about twins separated at birth, neither with any knowledge of the other. This was originally a short story I wrote for a writing class. I think by the time I rework it and build on it a little more it will make a nice book.

  1. How does my work differ from others of its genre?

My work differs from others in the Genre of Christian because, for one thing, I write both fiction and non-fiction, and because it is expressed through my personality. I love science and history and since they are part of me, they are also part of my writing. My writing expresses my life and the way I react to life; therefore, my writing is an expression of me as a Christian.

  • Why do I write what I do?

I write what I do to express myself and the joy I find in my God. The joy of the Lord is my strength – and that’s not just a cliché.  I love science, so I write about science. The same goes for history.

  • How does my writing process work?

I write, re-write and go back and re-write again. I have been proofing the previous day’s writing before I start the day’s writing because my fingers and the word processor aren’t always my friends. I use the thesaurus a lot because my memory doesn’t work as well as it did when I was younger – and spell check sometimes gets the wrong word with the right spelling.

My wordpress blog is https://akleslieprice.wordpress.com” title=”wordpress”>https://akleslieprice.wordpress.com

My face book page: https://www.facebook.com/akleslieprice?ref_type=bookmark” title=”facebook”> https://www.facebook.com/akleslieprice?ref_type=bookmark

Author Paula Rose brings an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brushes with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coats with suspense inside Christian fiction. Paula’s research gives readers a panoramic view from law enforcement and lends to character authenticity. She enjoys writing romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but Paula Rose also plays amateur photographer. She’s from Philadelphia and lives in Southern New Jersey with her husband and rescue kitty.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Paula-Rose-Books/1514088292150972

http://paularosebooks.com/

Rev. Roger Wolsey is an ordained United Methodist pastor who serves as the director of the Wesley Foundation at the University of Colorado at Boulder. He’s the author of “Kissing Fish: christianity for people who don’t like christianity.” Roger blogs for Patheos as “The Holy Kiss,” Elephant Journal, and Huffington Post.

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Ruthie Madison grew up in California for most of her life. Her hardships and circumstances are the reason for her strong faith. She says, “Without Jesus in my life, I would not be here today.” She is a devoted daughter and sister to her mother and sister. When she isn’t writing, she helps with taking care of her widowed mother and does some of the chores around the house. Ruthie Madison has published three books (two are self published): A Second Chance At Love, The Past Hunter:When the Past Comes Calling and most recently Purify My Heart. Ruthie’s books are mostly suspense fiction all with a Christian Message.

http://www.ruthiemadison.webs.com  

Order my books at:
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1/6 of Are The Stars out tonight?

Are The Stars Out tonight?

By

Allison Kohn

The year was 1988. Judith was sitting by herself in the living room of an old farmhouse. She picked up a flyer and glanced at it idly. They have been gone a year today, she thought. Where are they? Do they want to come home? Or are they glad to be where they are? Could they come back if they wanted to?

Judith’s brother, Mike, was expecting a guest for dinner and she would play hostess. After their parents’ death, Michael had moved back into the old farm house with Judith to give her a chance to adjust to living alone. She wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“Starduster,” said the ad. “A slight squeeze on the thrust control will boost your power to climb up out of the water, and gain flying speed. Dream a little, or a lot.” Judith would. Dreams were her specialty, but Judith wasn’t dreaming about ordinary things; her dreams were about star dust and light waves – and questions.

After dinner, while her brother and his guest talked business, Judith looked off into the sky.

To be able to see something that was 4,080 trillion miles away made her heart beat faster and her palms sweaty. Just think, out there about 8,000 miles away is a black hole that I can’t see with anything but my imagination. But she knew it as well as some people knew their pets. Once it was a bright, lovely star full of mass. The larger stars burn more of their mass as fuel faster, so they have the shortest lives. “Of course mass doesn’t necessarily mean size, but this star fossil would have been extremely heavy. Can you imagine the power it contained?”

Her brother coughed apologetically and Judith realized she had spoken her thoughts, but she couldn’t stop the flow of thought she had been engaged in while her brother talked with his guest.

“My sister’s after-dinner talk,” he said, but her mouth kept going.

“Strong gravity from the dense burning core, trying to pull its expanding gases together, squeezed the contents in the hub together until the nucleus became so dense that it collapsed from lack of fuel and no longer emitted light.”

Her brother’s dinner guest smiled. “A shining star transformed into a great black hole.” He gazed into the blackness of the sky and sighed. “A light went out. Perhaps an angel fell.”

Judith looked off into the dark night sky and saw, with the eyes of her imagination, a great black hole and the gravity that hastened the motion of a space ship toward it unaware of the danger. She looked at Mike, who stood near her, scrutinizing the heavens. “Would a space ship have enough reverse power to stop acceleration when it comes in contact with the power of the gravity from a black hole?”

He shrugged his slender shoulders carelessly, and ran his fingers through his auburn hair. “I don’t know. I know that a planet’s gravitational field can grab a space probe and fling it further into space, and you know the gravity from a planet is not near as extensive as the wrench from a black hole.”

“Yes, I know; so if an object like a space probe were sucked into a black hold, it would be pressed into its density and destroyed.”

Her brother laughed – a deep throaty laugh. “The way you talk, anyone would think you planned to take a spacecraft to a distant planet and needed to be aware of all the dangers.”

“Anything is possible. The chances that we are the only intelligent life in the universe are infinitesimally small; and the chances that people from other planets have traveled to earth are pretty good, so why shouldn’t I travel to other planets someday?”

Mike grinned good-naturedly and explained ti his guest, “My sister has recently gotten the idea that there is life on other planets. She read a story about some scientists in England who got radio messages from what they decided later were pulsar stars. There seem to be more pulsar than massive star explosions and astrophysicists wonder where they come from. Judith isn’t so sure those transmissions were bouncing off stars.”

Mike’s guest, Paul, looked thoughtful. “I understand the area between Mars and Jupiter is loaded with speeding asteroids – odd shaped chunks of rock and metal that orbit the sun.

Sometimes these minor planets crash into each other.  Anything the size of the state of Texas is large enough to give off quite a signal, and even the ones that are less than half a mile across are capable of leaving an electrical report of their collision. Space is full of electrical impulses, I’ve heard.”

“I suppose so; but I know that the scientific explanation is based on prejudice because scientists never seem to be willing to admit that any belief they haven’t invented is worth talking about, and you know they have such a hard time keeping up with their own dogma.” She grinned to take the sting out of her words.

Mike snorted. “I don’t suppose you’d like to clarify that amazing statement, would you?”

Judith crossed her arms. “Well, they once thought that a large planet between Mars and Jupiter had exploded to form asteroids. Now they believe them to be rubble from when the solar system formed. Science has been wrong too many times in the past to make absolute statements.”

Paul’s quiet statement interrupted her train of thought. “Change is the nature of science.”

Judith looked off into the quiet summer night and imagined she could see a storm of meteoroids sweeping to the earth. “The asteroids reach earth as meteorites.  Some scientists believe that Mar’s two moons, may have been asteroids that were pulled into orbit by Mar’s gravity. They seem to think meteoroids, asteroids, and comets were all formed during the same period as the planets and sun. What do you think?” she asked, looking at Paul with honest eyes.

“I think that’s a reasonable assumption,” he said with a smile. “That’s what the Bible says.”

Judith’s hazel eyes snapped. “Oh, do you believe the Bible could know anything about it?’

“With all my heart.”

“Well Judith,” Mike said, “it makes just as much sense as what you believe. There has never been any reason to believe there is life on other planets.”

“Yes there is.” Judith’s arms were hugging her. “I was just reading that, in 1908, near Tunguska in remote Siberia an observer saw a bright light in the sky and then heard an explosion. The blast destroyed a wooded area the size of Rhode Island. Some people believe it was a space ship; and they believe the ship’s radiation caused the trees to grow faster afterward.”

Mike shook his head. “Yes, but there are others who believe it was an exploding comet whose heat waves did the destruction.”

Judith looked at Paul. “What about you? What do you think?”

He surprised her by saying, “Both explanations could be legitimate, because anything is possible. We have not been given all the secrets of the universe. It is wonderful what man knows but perhaps not as wonderful as what he thinks he knows. The huge iron meteors that have made craters in other parts of the world and thought-provoking too, but the information gleaned from the studies of material in and around them seem to indicate the birthday of the rest of our solar system coincides to Earth’s. That is certainly what the book of Genesis says.”

They continued to gaze at the sky and Mike brought out a telescope and set it on the porch. Paul seemed to be as thrilled as Judith to see the balls hanging in space and Judith’s heart gave a leap to think she had finally found someone who was as delighted to gaze at the Milky Way as she was. The rest of the evening seemed to fly by and when Paul left, Judith was surprised it was after midnight.

Both siblings headed straight for bed. Tomorrow was a work day for Mike and Judith always got up and made is breakfast. She felt closer to her mother when she was doing the things a mother does.

Judith didn’t know how long she had been asleep when she woke to a light tap on her bedroom window. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The lawn was illuminated by a bright light, not the full moon – that was a full week away. But there was a man standing right outside her window. He looked like Paul, but what would Paul be doing there and why was it so light? The man was the size and coloring of Paul, but his attire looked rather odd, even to her sleepy eyes. He motioned for her to come outside and she grabbed the robe she had thrown on the floor when she went to bed. She put it on and fastened it as she left her bedroom. When she closed her bedroom door it was very dark in the hallway and she had to grope her way through the house and out the door. It was still dark outside and she thought that was a bit odd, but when she got to the backyard, it was light as day.

The man met her at the corner of the house and beckoned for her to follow him.

“What is it? Where are we going?”

He stepped a little further out into the backyard where light seemed to be even brighter and gave her an amiable and credible smile. “Just step over here a bit and you will see it.”

Judith didn’t think about why she should or shouldn’t trust the man enough to obey, she went where he told to; and, when he motioned for her to follow, she followed. One step led her further out in the yard, and the next step she put her foot in a hard surface and suddenly she was in a large building. She looked around her in amazement

“An observatory! How could I have missed it? And in my backyard too too. How could I have missed it? I must be dreaming.”

“No, no, you’re not dreaming. It’s clocked, of course, so it can’t be seen from the outside.”

“Clocked?”

Yes, of course; it has a shield around it that keeps light from bouncing off it. Don’t you watch Star Trek?”

“Star Trek?”

The T.V. program. You should remember seeing many programs where their so-called “science fiction” explained about the very real concept of making a ship invisible to the naked eye. Of course it is only fiction to earthlings.

“T. V. program? Yes, I do remember watching that some when I was a child. Are you making a movie or a T. V. show? How could you do that without my knowing?”

Judith looked around her at the room full of large men in metal-like uniforms. They all seemed to have the same build and general appearance as Paul, as though they were all clean-living football players. Their outfits seemed to be tailored, but loose enough to not restrict movement. The material looked like some sort of silver. One of them was wearing a uniform made the same way as the others, but the material seemed to be infused with colors that changed as he walked.

He was looking at her as though she was an astonishing individual and he wondered where she came from. That seemed strange to Judith since he was the odd looking one doing something incomprehensible in her backyard.

“We are not making a movie,” he said authoritatively. “This is a real spaceship and we have come to explain who the little grayish white men with the big black eyes are and clear up a few misconceptions that you people are so fond of harboring. Not that Americans are the only ones, you understand. We will contact each country separately. I am Captain Largo.”

Judith listened politely, vaguely aware that he thought she knew what he was talking about.

“We will talk to everyone of course, mostly housewives, as we have discovered that information, or new knowledge, whether correct or erroneous, spreads faster through word of mouth through them.”

Judith smiled absently and looked around her.

“So this is a real spaceship? Are you planning to go to other planets in it?”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. “We are on another planet. We are what you people so ineptly call a UFO.”

A large map of space covered the wall behind the captain. Judith had been studying it while the man talked and now she said, “That map is backwards. I’ve never seen one like it before.”

“Why do you say it’s backwards? Point to your planet, Earth, for me please.”

Judith pointed to Earth but had no answer to his question.

He pointed to the closest planet whose solar system was much like Earth’s. “How do you know that this isn’t Earth?”

”That’s not our solar system.

That sun and its orbiting bodies are lot like Earth’s but there are twin planets where Jupiter and Saturn would be if it were ours.”

“How do you know that?”

Any school child knows that from their school books, or you can read all about it in the Book of Knowledge.” She pointed to the nearest planet. “Is this your home?”

“Yes.”

“Your solar system isn’t on any map that I have seen.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re very well informed for an Earthly housewife. Our solar system isn’t on your maps because it’s too far away for your weak telescopes to pick up.”

Judith looked back at the map, noticing its detail as far away as Earth’s galaxy. “I’m not a housewife. I’m a house-sister. Is there life on the other planets in our galaxy?”

Yes, there is.”

“Will we be able to live in harmony with any of them? Have any of them visited here?”

“Harmony is a good choice of words.” He motioned to her to sit down and she sat opposite at the counter where two other men had been seated. Judith noticed that all the other men were busy with other things and had lost interest in her.

“All the other planets have life of some sort. Some of that life is not in harmony with ours so that we can’t even see it. It is like Jesus walking …”

Jesus?

“…through the wall, or the effects of static electricity when you come in contact with it as opposed to electromagnetic interaction making the same contact.”

Judith leaned forward eagerly. “Have people from other planets been here? Like Mercury?”

“The inhabitants of Mercury would find earth as impossible to live on as Mercury would be to us.”

“How about Venus?”

“Venusians would find the temperature and atmospheric pressure unbearably low. If we could survive long enough to enjoy the beauty of the yellow clouds over a surface of darker clouds that look like mountain ranges, the winds would blow us away. If we were to make Venus habitable for us, as some of your scientists have suggested, by reducing the planet’s atmospheric carbon dioxide content through the use of plants, the Venusians would not survive.”

“Where then?”

As I was telling you earlier, the little men that you Earthlings describe as grayish-white marshmallow men with big white watery eyes and no hair…”

At her blank look, he asked, “You’ve heard of them?”

“No. they haven’t been on the news have they?”

He walked over a desk and removed a copy of Enquirer and Star and a hard book on UFO’s and held them on the counter in front of her.

“Oh,” she said, blushing. “They aren’t considered reliable.”

“That’s a relief. They aren’t reliable at all. However, the men do look like they are described in the book to the uneducated. They are actually small olive skinned men and women with black hair and brown eyes in protective suits.”

Judith’s eyes sparkled. “Where are they from?”

His slow smile made his blue eyes sparkle. “They are scientists. Someday you will know who they are and where they are from.” He sobered when he noticed her staring out the window. “What are you looking at?”

My brother just opened the door to my bedroom. I can see him through that window over your shoulder.”

Then you must go quickly and get back into your bed. He must not find you gone.”

“But how?” Judith turned in confusion and found that she was back in bed. How odd! Had she been dreaming – but it was so real!

Mike rubbed his eyes sleepily as he stepped through her doorway. “Judith, are you all right? I heard voices in here. What is it? Can’t you sleep?”

“I’m all right.” Judith sat up in bed and picked up the clock. “You must have been dreaming too. Why, the clock has stopped.” She swung her legs off the bed and looked out the window. “It’s already light out. What time is it anyway? Is it morning?”

“I’ll get my watch.” Her brother stumbled back to his room and a moment later called, It’s seven o-clock. I’ll have to get in the shower and head for the office. No time for breakfast today.”

Judith dressed and came out of her room in time to wave to Mike as he left; then she walked all over the backyard looking for any sign that there was or had been a spacecraft. With no indication that anything had been where she was so sure she had been only a short time ago, she had a strange sense of unreality.  Was it a dream after all? No. Well, it must have been. Judith returned to the house and tried to forget it.

That afternoon Paul stopped by. He said Mike told him he would be out of the office all day and asked him to go to the house and pick up some papers he had ready for him there.  Judith knew her brother was working with Paul on a battery the size of a sugar cube that was strong enough to power a car for 500 miles without having to be recharged.

She opened the door wide. “I haven’t heard from him, but I’m sure he’ll show up here soon. Please come in and sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee, or would a cold drink sound better?”

“A cold drink sounds good.” He picked up one of the books lying on the table. “What are you reading?”

“It’s a physical science book.” Judith handed him a cold soft drink and sat down on the edge of a chair across from him. “Did you ever wonder about time and space and light and sound and if science really does have all the answers right?” She thumbed through another of the books on the table. “How can time and light be measured accurately? If time is an inescapable natural condition of the universe and entropy must persistently increase, then the universe is running down and time with it.”

Isaiah, the prophet, said the heavens will vanish away like smoke – you know, when the fire is completely out, the smoke is no more. He also said the earth will get old like everything else does and the dwellers of earth will wear out in the same way. And Peter said the heavens are going to pass away with a great noise and the elements will melt from a great heat – the earth will burn up.”

“How horrible! But do you really think those old scriptures are a reliable source of information? Yes, I see that you do.” Judith flipped through the book. “Maybe it’s because I’m not very smart, but it seems to me that there are an awful lot of unanswered questions. This book says that time is the fourth linear dimension with height, length, and width being the other three; so why is it not possible for an object to move backwards in time, or forward faster than at a fixed, and constant predetermined velocity? For that matter, who made the determination? Who made the laws? Why is an object’s velocity of 186,000 miles per second irrevocable? How can we be sure that it would take all the mass energy in the universe to get an objects motion reversed at the speed of light? And did that man, Jesus, really walk through a wall?”

Paul had been listening patiently to Judith’s deluge of questions without attempting to answer her because she didn’t seem to expect an answer since she never seemed to take a breath in between questions, so when she stopped and looked at him questionably, he was at a loss for words at first. “That man, Jesus? Oh do you mean after he rose from the grave when he appeared before his disciples?”

“I don’t know. I just heard somewhere that he walked through a wall. Is that possible, do you think?”

“Well yes, because you see, he had a glorified body after he was raised from the grave. It was out of alignment with matter as we know it. At least, that is what I heard a scientist say once.”

Why, how odd. That’s just what someone said last night in my dream.” Judith picked up another book. “This book of physical science says that chaos eliminates the Laplacian fantasy of deterministic predictability so how can it be determined that everything in space is moving through time at the speed of light? There are so many questions that seem to be unanswered in my mind. For instance, is time a dynamic moving tangibility that flows past us and the physical universe; or is it a static reality through which the universe moves? I sometimes wonder if time is a product of our imaginations, created in our minds to explain the process of the law of the conservation of energy. If time is measured by change and change doesn’t exist without time,” she handed him a plate of cookies and refilled his glass, “then time is only a tool of change. If space can’t exist without change, then is change the only reality? Is entropy a direct function of the passing of time, or is time a measurement of entropy?”

Paul smiled. “Yes,” said Judith, “what does the Bible say about them?”

“It says that time and change happen to everything and everyone, but someday God will end time and its effects someday.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Michael said, entering the kitchen from the garage. “That meeting turned out to be more complicated than I thought it would be. Well Paul, I see my sister has been bombarding you with her favorite pastime; but it looks like you were able to hold up under the onslaught. Judith can get a little carried away.” He laid a manila folder on the table. “The papers are all there and ready.” Michael was a physicist who, with his associate, Paul, was in the process of marketing a small tritium battery for electric cars. “But I hope you won’t rush off. Might as well stay and have dinner with us unless you have other plans.”

Judith realized it was later than she usually started supper, so she quickly fixed a light meal. About midnight she brought snacks out to the veranda where Michael and Paul were discussing the details of battery life and weight while Judith listened with vague attention. Her thoughts were in the stars. What if the plane had been transported to another planet and her parents were alive and happy there?

It would have to be outside the Milky Way, maybe in a sister universe. She had imagined a planet where there was no pollution and the sky was always blue when Michael took her plate from her hand and jolted her back to reality.

“Paul is leaving and its time you did your dreaming in bed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just thinking of another universe…”

“We’ll discuss it later, I promise.” He gave her a gentle push toward her room. “Paul said goodnight and you nodded so you go get some sleep now.”

Judith gave her brother an absent minded wave and shut her bedroom door. She undressed quickly and crawled into bed but sleep didn’t take over. She tossed and turned and tried to tell herself last night never happened, but it was still so real, more so now that she was in bed. How could it not have happened? She got out of bed and went outside to investigate the back yard again, but the only thing there was dew, so she went back to bed, and this time she began to fall asleep.

But, as she was drifting off, a hand touched hers and she sat straight up in bed and looked into the face of Captain Largo. She reached for her robe and before she knew it she was back in the space ship talking to the captain as though she had never left.

“Did your brother suspect anything?” he asked.

She shook her head no. “He isn’t the suspicious type. It was time for the alarm to go off and he always seems to get ready for the office in his sleet anyway.”

“You said you aren’t married. Do you live here alone with your brother?”

Yes, our parents died in a plane crash a year ago and there was just the four of us – now there are only the two of us. What about you? Do you have a family?”

“Not a wife,” he smiled slowly. “I have never married. It wouldn’t do, you know, but I have thirteen brothers and sisters and a large supply of nieces and nephews.”

Judith rested her chin on her hands and looked thoughtfully at the captain. “What is your planet like?”

He lowered his large frame into the seat. Life on Juno, just like life on Earth, is controlled by genes – the coded instruction woven into the fabric of minute coils called chromosomes which make up the nucleus of living cells, as we know them. The same DNA and RNA determine the order and send messages of assembly, so that life forms are pretty much the same as on Earth.”

She laughed. “Okay, what’s the planet like?”

“Well, desert and savanna conditions prevail. We have one large land mass instead of several. It’s beautiful and calm – very peaceful. Everything is larger there than here and the colors are brighter. The atmosphere isn’t as turbulent because we have only three circumplanetary bands to your six and they are wider. Juno’s axis tilt is different so naturally its rotation is slower. And we have two moons.

“Two moons,” Judith repeated dreamily.

His voice was low and caressing. “I wish you could see them.”

“So do I.”

Captain Largo leaned close to her. “I can’t take you there – but maybe,” he lowered his voice and spoke so low Judith had to lean closer to him to hear. “Time is relative you know. Your earth day is currently twenty-three hours, fifty minutes, and four seconds long, but as the distance between the earth and moon becomes greater, it will be longer. A day on Jupiter is nine hours and fifty minutes. We travel through time at different speeds and in different directions. In traveling further and faster, we broke the sound barrier and the light barrier when we invented the jet liner and space craft. In order to go to distant galaxies, we had to break the time barrier too, and go faster than time.”

He looked into her eyes and she felt caressed by his. There was something so familiar about those eyes. What was it? But he was talking.

“Time, you see, is an invention of the mind, so telepathic travel can break through all barriers, including time. We can take a trip by mind travel through your galaxy, if you will.”

He held out his hand. His slow smile invited her more than his words. “Will you put your hand in mine and go with me?”

She put her small hand in his big one and, as his fingers closed gently over hers, she felt herself rising through the ship and into the heavens.

As they rose above the earth the northern lights spread out from the poles. Judith caught her breath and the captain squeezed her hand. “They are beautiful, aren’t they? They are caused by an intense activity on the surface of your sun that shows low to the earth the super-hot gasses that constantly flow up from the surface of the sun and stream far out into space.”

“Are high temperatures what causes the gas to change and become electrically charged particles? Is that plasma?” Judith felt as though she were a part of the whole show as the lights spread from the sun in all directions at what seemed like hundreds of miles per second and formed a solar wind that reached the outer edges of the earth’s magnetic field. Judith could imagine that she saw the magnetic lines of energy looping from the north magnetic pole to the south magnetic pole around the earth shielding it from the charged particles that constantly flow from the sun.

“Most of the solar wind’s particles will be turned aside by the magnetic field,” Captain Largo said. The ones that get through will be spiraled around in lines of magnetic field and bounced between its poles. Some of them will collide with atoms of air in the upper atmosphere. It is solar charged particles colliding with atoms of oxygen and nitrogen in the atmosphere that produce auroras of red, green, violet, and blue lights.”

“It’s so incredibly glorious.”

“The heavens declare the glory of Yahweh and the firmament demonstrates his handiwork.”

“That sounds like something from the Bible. Where did you get it?”

“Yahweh is the God of the universe, and Juno is part of the universe.”

“And you have the Bible too. How strange. I didn’t know anyone really believed it anymore. I mean educated people, you know.”

“Surely you can’t look at all the beauty and grandeur and not know that its design came from Ultimate Intelligence and Power. Come, see the beauty and splendor and tell me where you think it all came from.”

Suddenly two strokes of forked lightening came from the earth and two more reached down from the base of a cloud to meet them, then zigzagging streamers shot out in all directions in a great sky-splitting spear shooting upward through a crimson and blue pool in the dark sky.

Judith caught her breath again. “Why, the whole sky seems to be one gigantic display of power.”

Captain Largo pointed down to lacy threads of white over lush green bordered with the deep blue-green of the water. “The Andes mountain range. See, off in the distance is Santiago, and all of this below is Chile and Argentina.”

Judith gasped at the specular view before her. “It’s all so brilliant. I feel as though I’ve never seen anything before – only imagined that I did. It’s like being partially blind and regaining your sight. Oh look; those are rivers and lakes, aren’t they? But they look like delicate trellises. And there’s another storm; and what is that bright gold and flame over there?”

“That, my dear, is the pollution over the Indian Ocean.”

Unexpectedly Judith saw the slime over the pool of gold and flame. She shuddered and looked away. “How could we treat our beautiful earth so contemptibly?”

“Like naughty children who don’t take care of a beautiful gift from their father. Look at the earth now. It looks like a beautiful marble, doesn’t it, but so delicate that if you were to touch it with your fingers it would crumble like a delicate glass ball.”

“Is that what we’re doing?”

They left Earth far below and floated out through the vastness of space.  She felt the tender pressure of his hand covering hers and caught the excitement the surged through him; and she knew the thrill, for him, was in the sharing.

They visited Mercury’s crater- marked mountains and broad lava planes. They stood on the lava crusted surface and, looking off into the eastern horizon, watched the sun rise, stop unexpectedly, set and rise again.

Judith, with her hand tightly in Captain Largo’s, floated amid the yellow and orange clouds of Venus, watching a ray of sun tinge the clouds and stone-covered slope with its irregular dark patches of lave a fleeting kaleidoscopic of color.

They glided between the red cliffs and craters of Mars and skirted the fluffy pink clouds of dust to skim above the sand dunes and over ice deposits, mountains, valleys, and canyons.

“Do you hear the music in the wind?” the captain asked, and taking her and in both of his, he whirled her around and around to the song of the whistling air. Her heart beat to the cadence of their dance.

Then they drifted in the midst of Jupiter’s many moons as they watched the Great Red Spot high overhead; a constantly traveling atmospheric storm that made the clouds that swirled with it look like golden light moving from right to left. And then Captain Largo took Judith into Jupiter’s liquid molecular ocean where they watched the waves of blue and red roll all around them. She backed into him and he put his arms over her shoulders. His heart seemed to be beating with the cadence of the waves.

Saturn and its moons, its lakes of methane, cratered hills, rocky debris and ammonia ice fragments created visions of pink, blue, and white. “Oh, it’s so beautiful,” Judith said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Captain Largo’s slow smile told her he was enjoying the experience too and her heart smiled.

Judith felt like the universe was singing her a soft lullaby as she glided past pale green Uranus with its soft green clouds and nine narrow rings, soothing her into a blissful drift past Neptune and its two moons toward Pluto.

They lingered over methane ice-covered Pluto and gazed at the sun, so far away it looked like a bright star, reluctant to return to Earth. Captain Largo put his arm around Judith’s shoulders and pulled her close, the slowly moved them away. With her hand is his, they returned to Earth.

As they approached the sun was eagerly exploding over the horizon, accompanied by more than a half dozen bands of color from the deepest shade of red to the brightest and deepest blue.

The Captain opened his hand and let it linger under hers and Judith looked up into eyes that were filled with sadness. Then he veiled them and stood tall. “You must go home and I must say good-bye. Someday soon you will give me an answer to my question, where did all the magnificence and grandeur come from? I will be listening for it.” A tear escaped from Judith’s eye and wet her cheek. “Go now – please,” he whispered.

The door was open and she turned and walked through it.

 

 

Why write Christian Fiction

Some years ago I was wondering if I was doing the right thing by writing Christian fiction. I ran into so may people who said, “I don’t read fiction,” with their noses in the air. The following is the answer I got:

This is important: When Jesus was alive, he told stories out of his own mouth that revealed spiritual truths in a way that his own spiritually alive family could understand. We are made of flesh and blood, so we understand spiritual truth through eyes of flesh and blood, demonstrated with materialistic stories or analogies.

Now that Jesus is no longer here in that one pure body of flesh, but lives  through the flesh of his family, he reveals spiritual truth through what we call Christian novels.

We should never be too proud to read and learn – being careful to discern the spirits. Some “Christian writing” is Pharisaical slop, or carnal writing by  Christians; but many are good food from the heart of God, given to us in love from the Holy spirit.

Synopsis of Day by Day

The second book in the Baker family saga, Day by Day, focuses on Evelyn’s niece, Dianna, who is introduced in the first book as a twelve year old girl who helps Evelyn with her chores after Lawrence leaves. The Thomas family’s antagonism, introduced in the first book, is a prominent factor in this book. Jonathan Baker dies and his widow Margaret’s future husband, introduced in the first book, becomes a noticeable character. Dianna and Alice’s future husbands are introduced. The theme is Ecclesiastics 3:11a.
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Day By Day (The Backer Family Saga)
This is the second book in the Baker family Saga. It is the story of birth and death but more than all, it is a story of growing love that transcends all of the mystery and drama of a family with enemies that they are unaware of. And it is a love story of one of the family who is the..

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Beginning Anew CoverNaomi and Chaz know that miracles really do happen for at a friend’s wedding they reaffirmed their love and are Beginning Anew!

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Paula Rose Michelson is not only an author but also a mother of two married daughters, and the grandmother of seven. She authored the Casa de Naomi Series. And today, February 1, 2014 The Naomi Chronicles, Book One, Beginning Anew will release on Amazon.

In 1988, she founded LAMB Ministries which teaches women recovering from trauma and abuse.

While awaiting the copyright for the first LAMB recovery book titled, “Why Did We Become Angry?” She wrote a series of politically incorrect articles that will be published under the title, “The Purple Pitch Seduction of America.” These will release in 2014.

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“Each book is better than the one before – and I wouldn’t have thought it was possible. More than romance – real love. In one of the paragraphs we read, ‘Looking at her husband with unrestrained joy, Naomi nodded. “Please do not misunderstand me; I was content to go on as I had. Then you came along and turned my life from one of unknown waiting to an accompaniment, where each of us supports and enhances the other. Like a duet, where one takes the major keys and the other takes the minor keys.”’

As you read, be still and let your soul sway to the music of their song. Paula Rose is God’s gift to His family and this woman’s writing is her gift to us. A gift should never be rejected, especially when it is from God and our sister both.

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Mountains or sea?

Funny, I live three miles from Laguna Beach and seldom go, but I love the mountains! I began writing the Naomi books while at our favorite B&B in Big Bear during our anniversary one year. I love to go horseback riding into the forest, and had a wonderfully romantic Christmas doing that with Ron one year.

Staying or moving?

Staying! Because my dad met with the scientists about what needed to be done next and headed up the engineering unit that built the Gemini fuel cell, which got us into space in a big way, we moved around a lot. Fourteen schools later, I graduated from High school. A few years later, I married Ron, and when left for our honeymoon, my dad went to England to build the system that checked the tensile strength of your rails so they could be fixed before an accident occurred.

Family trip or solo journey?

Love to do things with Ron. I try to have one trip where we dash from place to place soaking up all the history and try new things. Then the next time we go, I like a lazy by the pool sort of trip. However, since he’s also a writer, most often a break away leads us to jotting things down, and if we’re not careful we are sharing a story idea and each of urging the other to write before…

Organised or go with the flow?

Organized, which given Ron’s upbringing must have driven him mad until he couldn’t find his keys and I solved the problem once and for always!

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Yet there are consequences that the couple must face. Will Chaz love and protect his wife? Will Naomi learn to trust Chaz?

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Paula Rose Michelson is not only an author but also a mother of two married daughters, and the grandmother of seven. She authored the Casa de Naomi Series. And today, February 1, 2014 The Naomi Chronicles, Book One, Beginning Anew will release on Amazon.

In 1988, she founded LAMB Ministries which teaches women recovering from trauma and abuse.

While awaiting the copyright for the first LAMB recovery book titled, “Why Did We Become Angry?” She wrote a series of politically incorrect articles that will be published under the title, “The Purple Pitch Seduction of America.” These will release in 2014.

Paula can be found online on:

 

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Naomi heard the first bird-song of the day. “Chaz,” she murmured before she was fully awake. Opening her eyes, she realized she had dreamed of him and smiled. About to close her eyes and pick up where her fantasy ended, she recognized the Yellow Warbler’s song and was happy her French doors were open so she could hear it more clearly. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the bird, she jumped out of bed and hurried towards the patio. Here I am thinking about one bird when I should be getting…Her tirade might have continued had she not stopped short when she crossed the threshold, for an arbor that had not been there before was now the focal point of the upper patio. Her gaze swept the yard, and she noticed many changes. Standing on tiptoe, she looked at the lower patio where the old grandmother’s house was and discovered that nothing was as she had left it. The once dilapidated bungalow, where Lola had stayed until the semesters who needed help could take her off their hands, was now a two-floor structure. What an amazing turn of events, Naomi thought as she allowed this blessing to push her memory of the girl coming on to Chaz away as far as the east is from the west.

Entering the garden for a better look, she found herself under the arbor that was quickly becoming a sanctuary for birds. Startled by changes she had not ordered or paid for, she smiled. She knew Chaz would not have done this before his love had claimed her a second time. She paused to drink in the coolness of the dappled shade, and knew, this is why the breeze was so sweet. She turned away from the lovely seclusion of the arbor and saw a lilac bush where none had been before. Her smile broadened when she heard the cooing of a dove. As she hurried down the path eager to see the changes to the old house, she told herself, Chaz could not have done this or he would have told me, since we agreed to keep no secrets. I wonder who spent the time to plan and execute this, and where did the money come from? She reached the terraced steps flanked by plantings and took them two at a time, unable to breathe until she could see everything that had been done to the place she had always wished was her home. When she reached the new door to the old house, she mounted the wide firm stairs where the old rickety ones had been, and her smile became a grin.

Seeing a note with her name on it, she pulled it free from the tape and read,

Naomi,

Now that you and Chaz are married again, it is time for you to have a place of your own. You told me that you would like to live here. I asked Bobby to design and build this for the two of you. Living here will mean there will be no more problems like the one you had when Lola tried to come between you, Chaz, and all who of us who love you by revealing to everyone that you were a hidden Jewess when they had assumed you were like them. You need a place to be alone together where there are no prying eyes. Why not turn the large house over to your work and live here?

All Our Love,

Bobby and Justine

Humming a few bars of ‘Until the Twelfth of Never’, which was the song Chaz had gifted her to show her his love when they first married; she glanced at the upper patio where he had taught her to dance. What a happy memory. Feeling above the door jam, she found the new key in the same place she had kept the old one. She unlocked the door and looked in. Her eyes danced while her grin broadened, for the massive stone fireplace, which took up the entire wall facing the garden, was as inviting as before but the rest of structure had changed.

Upon entering, she discovered that where a small bedroom, a serviceable but uninviting bathroom, and a laundry area had been, there was now a large expansive room large enough to accommodate seating for twelve. A small well-appointed bathroom was on the left and an open kitchen in the back. The large Spanish tiles in colors reminiscent of the warm sun of her homeland that covered the fireplace were now on the floor as well. The walls painted in corresponding hues caused her to hug herself. The casa reminded Naomi of her heritage as a daughter of Spain, the land of the great Jewish Rabbi, physician, and scholar, Moses Maimonides, where the Golden Age of Judaism flourished before the crown issued The Decree of Alhambra, and the horror of the Inquisition became a fearful reality.

Taking the stairs to the second floor addition, Naomi found herself in a loft. It featured a large bedroom at one end and a bathroom at the other with a walk in closet. At the back of the closet, she found a washer and dryer, and around the corner, out of sight, a small office. Naomi ran her hands over the polished oak desk, picked up a note from Bobby, smiled at the couple’s thoughtfulness and read:

Naomi,

At Justine’s insistence, I added this office, so you would not need to go to your office in the big house when something needs your attention. Take my advice and do yourself and Chaz a favor, if you must use the desk, use it for folding laundry.

Bobby

            That note sounds just like Justine’s husband, Naomi thought as she hurried downstairs. Ready to leave, she turned around slowly, intent on viewing the large living room from every angle. For so many years, I envisioned being out here where I could have some time to myself. I never thought to ask anyone to make this dream a reality. Now that it has happened, I am very grateful.

Walking back to Vida’s house, she thought, the big house has always been Casa de Vida to me. In my heart, it has always belonged to my American Madre. But this, that Bobby built, this is mine! If I tell Chaz how I feel, I know he will agree to call it Casa de Naomi. I wonder if Chaz will understand me when I tell him that Casa de Naomi when translated from Spanish and Hebrew implies House of Blessing because casa means house and the name Naomi taken from the book of Ruth implies a blessing.        

With tears of joy running down her face, she retraced her steps, intent on explaining to her husband that finally she had a place for them, a place made from a wish unspoken but answered. The same wish that was reflected in her family’s real last name—Baruch—the Hebrew word for blessed. A word no Jew in Spain had uttered for centuries for fear that others would realize they were not Catholic.

Instead of ruminating on things that were not, Naomi chose to remember her papá naming her Naomi because at the end of the Book of Ruth, Naomi received a double portion of joy. She could almost hear him say as he had many times, “Remember, mi hija, my sweet daughter, today we hide in plain sight. However, a day will come, maybe even in your lifetime, when you can tell those who know you who you really are. I pray it will be so. 

“Padre,” Naomi said to her father, who was far away from her but with her in spirit, “today, what you prayed for is coming true!” for she wanted to share this part of herself with her husband.

Eyes aglow with the promise of things to come, Naomi glanced up and saw Chaz emerge from the shadow of the arbor. “Chaz,” she called while pointing to the lower level of the garden, “come see what has happened to the grandmother’s house.”

Smiling at his bride, Chaz asked, “Why did you go down there? There is nothing but bad memories in that place.”

“Not so.” Hurrying to him, she grabbed his hand and pulled him down the path as she tried to explain the transformation.

“All right.” Chaz entwined his fingers in hers, and together, as one, they reached the lower patio. “I did not give instructions for this work to be done. Naomi, who did this?”

“Bobby.” She handed him the note, but before he could glance at it, she pulled him inside. “It seems I told Justine that I wanted to live here because it reminded me of Spain. While we were gone, she asked Bobby to fix it up for us, so we could have a place where we could be alone.”

Chaz glanced at the note then back at his wife. He smiled in an attempt to hide his feelings as he pulled Naomi to him and held her tight. “I am glad you got your heart’s desire. I wish I had been the one to give it to you. But you never told me that you wanted to live out here.”

Tipping her head back to look at him with a mixture of longing and joy, she smiled. “Chaz, mon bien-aimé…my beloved, this was a fantasy of mine. I never thought that Justine would remember such things. What does it matter? You wanted a place you could call Casa de Naomi. I needed a place where I felt that title fit, and God has given us this. The other house—the one I shared with my American Madre—has always been Casa de Vida to me. Here…this feels like home. Please bring me the sign you had made for me and put hers above the front door.”

His feeling of frustration now replaced with joy, Chaz exclaimed, “I will!” He smiled to himself as he headed back to the main house, aware that God had answered one of his unspoken prayers, for he was certain it would never work out, them being married and living together in one house with the teenage girls his wife rescued from deportation.  

            Upon reaching the arbor, Chaz turned and smiled at his bride. As if meeting her request with action was itself an act of love, he exclaimed, “I will call Nicco’s uncle and have him bring some men to help me move the signs!” Aware that God had done what he could not, Chaz silently rejoiced thank you, HaShem, Messiah, for giving us a place where we can be together without the interruptions of our work. Teach me to be grateful for this unexpected place that I did not provide. A broad smile on his face, he looked back longingly at his wife. “However, this does not change our Sunday plans. We will still spend our first night together this Sunday as a married couple in the grand suite as you intended…sí. 

Sí. Yes!”

A few moments later, Chaz joined his bride under the arbor with two glasses of iced tea. “Uncle Luis is on his way over.”

Naomi took the glass he offered her. “Did you contact him about the misspelled sign? Is that why he is coming?”

“I forgot to mention that. I called Nicco’s Uncle Ricky. Since he is gone for the week, Tío Luis is staying at the house to take care of the pets and water the plants. When I told him we wanted to move the sign, he got excited and said he would be right over.”

“Oh, his house is only a few blocks away. We must hurry because he will be here shortly!” Naomi hurried to her bedroom. “We better get dressed.”

Chaz’s gaze followed his wife. He noticed the transformation her room had undergone and whistled his approval. The once stark white walls now had beautiful swirls of soft hues through which the artist had interwoven both sentences and drawings in a pleasing arrangement. “What is all of this about?”

Aware that had Bobby painted the lyrics to Lady of Spain on her wall because Chaz had asked him to; she hurried over and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for finding a wonderful way to let me know that you still loved and wanted me.”

“I know what I did. I mean what I asked Bobby to do. But, Naomi what else is written on your wall?”

“Not now, Chaz! We need to get ready! We do not want to receive Tío Luis in our night clothes.” Naomi hurried into her room.

“You are right, but later you will tell me what happened to your white-washed room.”

“Yes mi marido…my husband, of course.” She closed the drapes. Thinking of Chaz’s request, Naomi wondered, how can I tell you what these messages meant to me? I came back to the casa expecting to hear ridicule and hateful remarks about my faith and discovered this instead.

While hurrying to her wardrobe, she thought, only when I gave up my rights and did as God asked of me, only now am I able to own the life mi mamá tried to prepare me for…This is the life Madre Vida told me I would have once I bloomed! Was I preparing for the promise of this life while doing as my adopted mother taught? Is that why I am now able to own what might have passed me by? As if in answer to her unvoiced thoughts, her heart whispered, when you are ready, you will bloom…echoing her American Madre’s words to her the first day she came to live in her house.

Thinking that today was the perfect day to for her to wear her happy outfit’, she remembered calling the skirt and blouse ‘happy’ because it looked like something she would have worn in Spain, but with an American twist. A smile on her lips, she found it quickly, threw it on, and twirled while looking in the full-length mirror. Layers of multicolored fabric fanned out around her, offsetting the simplicity of her buttercup yellow peasant blouse and she smiled. Had she known the combination illuminated her olive complexion to perfection, Naomi might have worn something else, for her mamá had taught her to blend in. Before she could look at the choice with Chaz in mind, she glanced down, saw a white envelope, and picked it up. Knowing that it was from her husband, she quickly opened and read the missive, enjoying the tender emotions each word revealed, for her heart echoed them as well. Then, eyes moist with tender tears, she looked at the clock and quickly put the letter in its envelope. Years of loneliness seemed to flee as she placed it in the box in her wardrobe alongside her uncle’s prized missive, which she had taken from her parents’ home before she left them in the dark of night to begin the journey she was on.

“Naomi,” Chaz called as he entered the kitchen, “Estás listo?

            Uno momento! Pulling her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, she slipped on her high-heeled huaraches and exited her bedroom humming a happy tune.

Upon entering the kitchen, she realized how different this morning was from their first morning, a morning of anger and confrontation. It is as it should be between a husband and wife! So happy was she that her eyes danced as she pulled out the cutting board.

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing breakfast for the three of us since it is very early, and Tío Luis has probably not eaten.”

“I have heard it said that most old people get up very early. Uncle Luis has probably eaten already.”

“Perhaps, but we cannot eat in front of him and, mi amado, I am hungry.

“How is it possible that you can call me beloved while I starve, yet insist I wait until Nicco’s tío abuelo is here to eat with us, and I still find myself smiling at you?”

Naomi blushed. “You said we are to begin on Madre Vida’s room. We need to eat, speak with Uncle Luis, and set the room up for Sunday evening. Today, we can shop for the things we want and then pack up Madre Vida’s things.”

Chaz kissed her. “Whatever makes you happy, my sweet.”

Naomi’s color heightened. “Chaz, behave!”

He laughed.

“Perhaps the things we buy can be used in the casita out back or in some of the other rooms in this house if the need arises.”

“Whatever we get for that room will remain there. We will get things with a Spanish feel for our little casita. As for this house, we will see to it once we know how the rooms will be used.”

“Oh Chaz, it is as if you are somehow able to read my mind.”

“Sometimes I am able to do that.” He smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. The doorbell rang. Chaz looked at Naomi longingly, and hurried away, as he said, “I will get it.”

“Good…only please remember where we left off.”

“As if I could ever forget.”

Naomi placed the sliced fruit, yogurt, nuts, and honey on a tray. She carried it to the table under the arbor. Returning to the kitchen, she filled a pitcher with iced tea and brought it out to the patio along with a glass for Uncle Luis. She smiled at Chaz and their guest as she rushed back into the kitchen, placed some bread in a basket, and brought it outside.  “We are having breakfast, Uncle Luis. You must join us.”

“All right,” the old man agreed, his voice soft with years yet mellifluous to the ear. “I don’t mind if I do. It gets lonely eating by myself.” Luis’s gaze lingered on the fountain for a moment then wandered to the flowerbeds and the casita below. He smiled. “Though some things are as I left them, much has changed since I was last here.”

“Uncle Luis, please sit here,” Naomi motioned to the chair that would give him the best view of the garden.

“Were you here many times?” Chaz asked as they sat down.

“More than a few…Yes many more than a few times, but that was a long time ago.”

“What was it that kept you coming back?”

“It was my concern for and admiration of Vieda.”

Naomi filled the old man’s glass. “I understand that. After all, she had a respected position in the community.”

“I am not talking about the woman she became. I am speaking of the girl, I mean teenager she was, who came to live here with Tía Esperanza…She continued to draw me here.”

“I would be interested—”

“This looks good!” Chaz took Naomi’s hands in his. Together, they bowed their heads and prayed.

“Now, Uncle Luis, Naomi and I plan to move to the casita,” Chaz said once they had finished their meal. “This house is to be for the girls my wife will continue to work with. Since she will not live here, Naomi wants us to put the Casa de Vida sign above the front door as sort of a tribute to her. However, she tells me that the name is misspelled. Would you make a new sign for us with the correct spelling?”

“Chaz, Naomi,” Uncle Luis said while patting his full belly, “if there is one thing I know, it is the correct spelling of Vieda’s name. I remember it as if it was yesterday…the moment she discovered she was not who she thought she was.”

Naomi furrowed her brow. “What do you mean…not who she thought she was?”

“That is a long, sad, hard story. Perhaps you should wait until the two of you are more settled before you delve into this thing.”

“No!” Naomi leaned towards the old man. “I need to know at least some of what you are talking about. I want her name on the house, but now I do not know what name to use!”

“Believe me,” Chaz said as he began to clear the table, “she will not rest until you tell her what you know.”

“Is that the way you are?” Uncle Luis asked as he looked at the girl Vieda had loved.

“I am afraid so.”

The old man smiled. “You are more like her than you realize.”

“Let me see.” The old man leaned back in his chair. He focused his mind on his memories of the teenager Vieda had been. “Ah…the only way I know how to tell it is to simply tell you the things as they happened. If my memory serves me…Esperanza had a dry goods store where the market now stands. My best recollection is that the year would be…nineteen seventeen. Yes, that seems right. The community built the store for her several years before Vieda and her papá came here. Esperanza was our first Tía, and she needed to have an income to help her with the work she did at immigration because once a girl came to live here, there were additional expenses.” The old man looked at Naomi. “Forgive me for telling you what is of no importance to you.”

“What goes on at immigration and here is very important to me.”

“Yes.” Uncle Luis looked at her and smiled knowingly as if reliving a fond memory. “I remember the first time I saw her. She was maybe thirteen or fourteen years old. She and her papá had come from England to this country. I am not sure how they got through immigration, but the old man wanted to set up his bakery here in Spanish Harlem. While looking for a place, he saw Esperanza’s dry goods store. He noticed that everyone stopped in, even if they were not going to buy anything. We all did that because we knew she would never tell us if she needed anything, so we had to check on her. Well…seeing there was room and that many people went in and out, he asked if he could rent the back from her. Tía Esperanza was surprised that a European Jew who did not speak Spanish wanted to put his business in our community. When she asked, he explained, ‘We have relatives in Spain. None of them speaks English. I want my daughter to learn to speak Spanish in case any of them visit us. Putting my bakery in your store will allow her to hear the language spoken. I understand this is the best way to learn a new language.’ Esperanza let him rent the back of her store. Vieda’s papá was a wonderful baker. Everyone wanted to buy his cookies, cakes, and breads. The bakery got so busy; he could not manage by himself. So when Vieda was not at school, she worked behind the counter. Since her looks were strikingly Spanish, all who saw her spoke to her in Spanish, and she answered them as if our language were her own. When asked if she was from Spain, she would say she was from England, and that is how the trouble began.”

“Trouble…what trouble?”

“Vieda’s trouble was her inability to reconcile who she was with who she had been,” the old man said as he stood to leave. “That is all I can tell you today. My mind grows weary of remembering and needs to rest.”

“But…what about the sign?”

“I will ask Vieda about that and make another one for you if she directs.” The old man waved goodbye and headed to the side yard.

“Tío Luis, what do you mean?”

“You will see,” Uncle Luis called back. Opening the gate, he let himself out. They heard the gate shut and him singing, “Only make believe la la la …” as he walked away.

“What do you make of that?” Chaz asked.

“I have no idea. The song, asking Vida…I hoped he could tell me some things about Madre Vida. Though it was easy to understand what he said, his words sounded like gibberish.”

“I suppose. Yet if his faculties are befuddled, how can we account for the lovely, detailed workmanship on the signs he made for our casa and the fact that he remembers this house, knows how to get here, and where the side gate is?”

“Maybe some memories last longer than others.”

“That must be the case with the old man. His carving is the best I have ever seen. Perhaps the mind forgets but the hands remember.”

“Perhaps,” Naomi agreed, withholding her thoughts until she could speak with the old man again.

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Done Deal by Rene Schultz

A great book to get involved in. Lots of interesting facts about computer geeks, political non-integrity, etc. A personal in-depth look at what it is like to fight cancer unto death. Cissy is my hero. She not only goes through months of weakness and pain courageously thinking of others more than self, but she devises and ingenious plan to leave a legacy only two living people will ever know about, but possible millions will benefit from.
The author, Rene Schultz is also an ingenious plotter and writes another book that I gladly recommend to everyone in the civilized world.
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DONE DEAL
Cissy is just your typical hard working, single mother, who leads a very simple life until one day, when a cancer diagnosis leave her spinning in circles. Not one to sit around and do nothing, and with experience in the medical field, she decides to research new medication and clinical studies

Review of Times of Turmoil by Cliff Ball – Read the book and tell me what you think.

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We have all heard those conspiracy theories – or are the well educated guesses? – about the ultra-rich of the world who have been running things behind the scenes in the world for centuries. In Times Of Turmoil by Cliff Ball we have an example of what one of these families could have been plotting since the second world war.
Cliff does a good job of giving us a compare/contrast report of two families.
One is his idea of a worst case scenario: a portrait of one family whose only desire is more and more power. Money is important only as a means to further power. War and terror are another means to dominance. Everything they do is centered on aggregate power in the world for that one household.
On the other end of the spectrum is a God-fearing Baptist family whose only desire is to live and love in the Light of the God of Peace.
I recommend this book to anyone who likes history, anyone who is interested in a thrilling – and frightening – end time books; and all other Christians.
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Times of Turmoil: a Christian Thriller (The End Times Saga 1)
The first book in the End Times Saga – Christian FictionIn this prequel to Times of Trouble and Times of Trial, we follow how the Evans family gained their riches and eventually their power to influence events in the United States. We see important events that the Evans family gets themselves inv…

Review of Evelyn’s anxious Bench by Talleyrand

5.0 out of 5 stars Absorbing Read, November 18, 2013
By Talleyrand (Sydney, Australia)
This review is from: Evelyn’s Anxious Bench (The Baker Family Saga) (Kindle Edition)
A fantastic female story of empowerment set during the sojourner days of the early 19th Century in the historic Wilamette Valley, Evelyn’s Anxious Bench is an absorbing read from the first page on. I was hooked by author Allison Kohn’s expert handling of characterization and fell in love with her protagonist. Kohn knows how to keep the reader glued and does this through an accumulation of details – both emotional ones related to character and wonderfully incisive observations linked to time and place. An utterly authentic and brilliantly written character study, this is a strong recommendation for lovers of historical adventure and romance.
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Evelyn’s Anxious Bench (The Baker Family Saga)
The first book in the baker family saga is about Evelyn Baker Brook. Evelyn doesn’t want to leave her comfortable home in Maryland and blaze a

Review of Girl Jacked by Christopher Grayson

Girl Jaked got me hooked for the next book. It is not only a thrilling mystery; it is a character study of two lovable – in spite of their hang-ups – people. the characters are all well developed and the descriptions are written works of art. I was impressed with the respectful approach to God, even though the hero isn’t a Christian. The last traumatic scene was very impressive too.
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Girl Jacked (A Jack Stratton Mystery)
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