When Sarah Chase got on the ferry to Bainbridge Island, she left her lover, her job, and her past behind. She didn't know that in the course of one day she would meet a woman who might be the girl of her dreams, change her career path, create a new family, and find herself in a fairytale mansion with two of the quirkiest little old ladies imaginable.
It is time to relax, so grab your favorite color pens or pencils and dive right in. Inside are 25+ kaleidoscope images drawn by artist Rebecca McBerry and assigned a different garden herb. Remove your favorites to hang and display!
Author: James Mansfield
Publisher: Author House
Release Date: 2011-07-19
After receiving his discharge from a two year stint in the army during the Korean War, Spencer Corbin moves to southern California, gets a job and spends his free time going to bars and movies. Not long after he arrives he begins having a series of related dreams about a beautiful woman called Lavender. He falls in love with her because she is "safe"---Spencer has no interest in marriage nor steady girl friend. One Saturday morning two beautiful women, Stefanie and Joanna, who are lesbians, move into a bungalow next to his. Stefanie is a free lance painter. Spencer asks her to paint a portrait of Lavender from his description of her. Soon Spencer falls in love with Stefanie but regards her, as with Lavender, a "safe" situation because she is in a relationship with Joanna. Ultimately, the relationship between Stefanie and Joanna cools and Stefanie falls in love with Spencer. However, Spencer never becomes aware of that and does not declare his love for her. Stefanie, who has never ever had any feelings for a man, does not declare her love for Spencer because she does not understand those feelings, and because she believes he might eventually dump her as he has done with other women. He has always made it very clear to her that he is not interested in anything smacking of a permanent relationship with a woman. The Lavender dreams continue unabated throughout the novel and after a while even Stefanie begins having Lavender dreams. No matter who dreams them the same three people (Lavender, Stefanie and Spencer) are always in them. Sometimes Spencer finds it difficult to separate his dreams from the real world in which he lives. Toward the end of the novel Spencer turns his wasteful life around and, thanks in large part to his love for Stefanie, pursues and obtains his Ph.D. in History from USC (he had obtained a Masters degree in History prior to his army service). Then he is hired as a professor at USC. This is the happiest time of his life and he finally decides to tell Stefanie that he loves her regardless of how she might take the news. But something intervenes to delay that confession. In the end do the two worlds, that of the dreams and that of the real existence, merge as one, or is one world shed in deference to the other?
The inspiration for 12 dreams for the one who tends lavender, I realize now, was almost a kind of dare. Someone was bold enough to suggest that instability is a deal-breaker. Since then I have balanced (with steady employment) along the edge of that stage with a handshake at the end, trying to convince myself otherwise. But, this is the proof.Instability brought the lavender and then disturbed its sipping pond-drink reflection.But, instability continues towards bare fruits: a zebra with noncommittal stripes, a mixed message to a Mississippi art farm, something with pages that really turn, and the ending of an unfortunate cookie.
A compilation of poetry and prose with themes of: transcendence, love and rebirth... A serious journey through the life’s challenges in the twenty-first century, yet speaks to a universal audience in theme and meaning.
Author: A. F. Robertson
Publisher: Psychology Press
Release Date: 2004
Genre: Antiques & Collectibles
Since the 1980s there has been a growing billion dollar business producing porcelain collectible dolls. Avertised in Sunday newspapers and mailbox fliers, even Marie Osmond, an avid collector herself, is now promoting her own line of dolls on the Home Shopping Network and sales are soaring. With average price tags of $100 -- and $500 or more for a handcrafted or limited edition doll -- these dolls strike a chord in the hearts of middle-aged and older women, their core buyers, some of whom create "nurseries" devoted to collections that number in the hundreds. Each doll has its own name, identity and "adoption certificate," like Shawna, "who has just learned to stack blocks all by herself," and Bobby, whose "brown, handset eyes shine with mischief and little-boy plans." Exploring the nexus of emotions, consumption and commodification they represent, A. F. Robertson tracks the rise of the porcelain collectible market; interviews the women themselves; and visits their clubs, fairs and homes to understand what makes the dolls so irresistible. Lifelike but freakish; novelties that profess to be antiques; pricey kitsch: These dolls are the product of powerful emotions and big business. Life Like Dolls pursues why middle-class, educated women obsessively collect these dolls and what this phenomenon says about our culture.
Meet the Kellys of Whiskey River, Texas, men who have always gone through life, and women, with their father’s legendary charm. Wyatt Kelly, CEO of Kelly Boots, is rumored to do everything with his cowboy boots on, including seducing women into memorable one-night stands. Growing up the second eldest son of a philandering charmer, Wyatt’s seen first hand how messy relationships can get when the heart’s involved, and he’s determined to leave no scars. No woman’s tempted Wyatt to break his vow until he meets Juliette Rossi. Juliette is all about business. She’s focused on turning the lavender farm she and her cousin inherited into a successful, world-wide company. Her meticulous plans are on the right track until she accepts a dare to spend the night with Wyatt after the annual Boots & Bangles Gala. Juliette’s fantasized about Wyatt for years... One night will get him out of her system for good, right? Wrong. Can she convince Wyatt that he’s more than his Kelly heritage? Will Wyatt agree that one night just isn't enough? *Bonus story: Her Summer Cowboy by Katherine Garbera included inside!* The Brothers of Whiskey River series Book 1: Texas Heirs by Katherine Garbera and Eve Gaddy Book 2: Texas Cowboy by Eve Gaddy Book 3: Texas Tycoon by Katherine Garbera Book 4: Texas Rebel by Eve Gaddy Book 5: Texas Lover by Katherine Garbera Book 6: Texas Bachelor by Katherine Garbera and Eve Gaddy
A possessively, melancholically, beautiful poetry book of gentle pain, serene darkness, intense voyages on the sea of existence, paranormally passionate, mesmerizingly mysterious, and wickedly good. Unveil the wisdom in your heart, release the chains of worldly captivity, see the realm beyond reach, discover the magick here to teach. Spare a moment to lie in this chasm of darkened truth. Melt awhile to flow into this graveyard of gothic delight, haunt with me in this realm of surmise... drink with me the real essence of life.
Don't Miss Book 2, The Wildwater Walking Club: Back on Track! "The Wildwater Walking Club is a quick smart read that will get you thinking about walking, friendship, and making time for the things you love."—Bookreporter.com By the New York Times bestselling author of Must Love Dogs, a fun and inspiring novel about women and friendship—and how even big changes happen one step at a time. Join Noreen, Tess and Rosie as they walk and talk, talk and walk, tally their steps, share their secrets, and begin putting their lives back together. You'll be lacing up your own sneakers in no time. "Lively and inspiring!"—Hartford Courant "A great feel-good story."—Philadelphia Examiner After losing her boyfriend and her job in one fell swoop, Noreen has no idea what her next step is. So she puts on a new pair of sneakers and a seriously outdated pair of exercise pants, and walks. Before long she's joined by two neighbors as lost as she is and figures out time flies and fitness is actually fun when you're walking with friends. Throw in a road trip to Seattle for a lavender festival, a career-coaching group that looks like a bad sequel to The Breakfast Club, some terrific romantic comedy twists and turns, a quirky multigenerational cast of supporting characters, and the result is a tribute to female friendship that will inspire you to pick up the phone and call all your old friends—or maybe even start your own walking group. Walking Group Guide and Book Club Questions included. "Readers who enjoy a celebration of friendship will want to walk the beach alongside the Wildwater trio."—Midwest Book Review "The Wildwater Walking Club reminds us of what's important in life - the joy of friendship, the power of a brisk walk, and of course the importance of a good book. I couldn't put it down.—Anisha Lakhani "The woman of The Wildwater Walking Club are a delightful trio, full of heart and determination. As they - literally - put one foot in front of the other, the three new friends find unlikely paths that point them toward more fulfilling lives. Their journey left me genuinely inspired (and with the curious urge to go out and buy a clothesline)."—Jean Reynolds Page
Author: Thomas Glave
Publisher: Akashic Books
Release Date: 2013-07-16
Genre: Social Science
With an introduction by Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Yusef Komunyakaa Named a finalist for the 2014 Lambda Literary Award in LGBT Nonfiction! Included in the 2014 Over the Rainbow list Selected by Publishers Weekly as a Pick of the Week (July 1st, 2013)! Selected by The Airship/Black Balloon Publishing as a Best Book of 2013 "This collection is wide-ranging, moving from the Caribbean (Jamaica in particular) to Cambridge, England, and from poetry to sex to discrimination." --Library Journal (BEA Editors' Picks feature) "A profound compassion for racial and sexual minorities, the oppressed, and the colonized, informs [Glave's] searing, beautifully evocative collection of essays...He captures the languor and seductiveness of Jamaica...A graceful and original stylist, Glave highlights the marginalized--calling on the descendants of people who toiled for the Empire as slaves and colonial subjects to never forget their past, and, in effect, to those who profit from that past to acknowledge their complicity. Ultimately, his work is critical, yet filled with generosity and compassion." --Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Thomas Glave surely is one of the bravest of contemporary authors...He is a fearless truth-teller whose essays in Among the Bloodpeople are fully, unhesitatingly engaged with his and our world." --New York Journal of Books "This is a collection that will leave you with chills; you will return to it not only for its sheer beauty, but also for its raw honesty, pain, and passion." --Lambda Literary Report "Glave writes beautifully...his...voice deserves our attention." --The Gay & Lesbian Review "A wonderful anthology, interspersing personal essays with more academic-leaning articles." --CCLaP "Glave remarks on the state of an island as he sees it, and of a people whose legacies bear out in astonishing ways, employing prose that soothes while its subject matter sears genteel sensibilities." --Caribbean Beat "Glave crosses boundaries of genre and community, speaking with extraordinary candor and vulnerability variously as the American son of immigrants, as a Jamaican, as a professor, as a queer boy from the Bronx...What unifies these identities and these essays is the ferocity of Glave's voice, his sentences that can feel like living, untamed things." --Towleroad: A Site with Homosexual Tendencies "I didn't know [homosexuals in Jamaica] were disemboweled with machetes. And I didn't consider one could be poetic about fear and anger and isolation. But the touchingly phrased sentences don’t soften the impact of reading about murder and political corruption. Instead, it eats at you because it makes you attentive to every word, feel the pauses as Glave takes a breath and speaks with the pulse of his heartbeat." --Reeling and Writhing and Fainting in Coils "With Among the Bloodpeople, [Glave] has given us a book as beautiful as it is necessary." --Next Magazine "After stunning readers with his story collections Whose Song? and The Torturer's Wife, the O. Henry- and multiple Lammy-winner now returns to nonfiction in Among the Bloodpeople: Politics and Flesh." --Band of Thebes "Glave's texts examine themselves, change course, and raise questions about their own assertions. Glave's hatred of oppression is balanced by his love of writing." --Ithaca.com Thomas Glave has been admired for his unique style and exploration of taboo, politically volatile topics. The award-winning author's new collection, Among the Bloodpeople, contains all the power and daring of his earlier writing but ventures even further into the political, the personal, and the secret. Each essay in the volume reveals a passionate commitment to social justice and human truth. Whether confronting Jamaica's prime minister on antigay bigotry, contemplating the risks and seductions of "outlawed" sex, exploring a world of octopuses and men performing somersaults in the Caribbean Sea, or challenging repressive tactics employed at the University of Cambridge, Glave expresses the observations of a global citizen with the voice of a poet.
Rice Bread I was a poor, hungry boy, going to school, on an early morning, of a chilly winter day, needing to grab a bite. You sat on your legs, on the bare kitchen floor, to build a fire with a few stagnant, wet twigs and damp roots, to heat the iron pan to bake a rice-bread for me. You vehemently fought with the heavy smoke for a long while until your eyes moistened; you failed to light the wood, and gave up. The steel pan didn't heat; the rice dough remained untouched. I went to school empty-stomached, shivering, without a bite. I never minded hunger if I only had a dinner last night. I didn't know building a fire was that hard or impossible in a country floating on a lake of oil and gas. Five long and hard decades had passed; with all the riches, plenty milk and honey America can afford, my silk shirts and ties, overseas travels, imported wine, my alms to the needy and exiled, my open house, I still keen for your naked rice bread, for your redolent hugs' warmth in the chilly winter days, under the generous eyes of the immortal sun. I was a tattered, poverty-stricken, half-naked, half-starved, bare-footed lad, yet far away from the savage clash of adamant, civilized swords, the aches of horrendous calamities and atrocities, the evil and hatred of my malevolent, villainous world. In the waterfall of waned memories, I often drown and weep like a hungry, orphan child keening to your cardamom, compassion, and rice-bread. In retrospect, that hunger, poverty, and deprivation taught me tolerance, endurance, to be human after all. I learned never to live for food; "Not only by bread a man lives." I rarely slept without nostalgically and pensively recalling your misfortunate, sorrowful face, your smoke-stifled, withered, tearful eyes, as you vehemently struggled to build a fire.