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Coming from my personal experience, driving the school buses brought me some of the most joyful and satisfying moments in my life. They are all good students. Some were in desperate need of a caring father figure or authority figure to help guide them along their way. We have all needed that caring guidance and advice given by someone in authority to help resolve problems or difficulties. Proverbs 3:5–6 says, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."
In the first of a delectable new Southern-set baking cozy series, Sophia Cummings, pastry chef extraordinaire, must craft the perfect cake for an old friend’s wedding while sifting through the suspects in a murder. Bucolic Rumford, Kentucky has glowing fields of bluegrass, a fine selection of bourbons, and now a professional pastry chef. Broken-hearted Sophia Cummings has come home from New York City. She’s not there a minute before she’s charmed into making her high school friend Charlotte’s wedding cake. The kitchen at the Rumford Country Club seems perfect until Chef Emile’s body is discovered, sprawled near the stove, a cast iron skillet on the floor close by. With one look at the shiny, new frying pan, Sophia knows it’s not Emile’s. She offers her knowledge to Sheriff Carter and her talents to Evelyn, the manager, who needs an interim chef. The mood in the country club is grim: Emile’s peppery personality had burned members and staff alike. Sophia wonders which one of them burned him? Perfect for fans of Joanne Fluke and JoAnna Carl, Cake and Punishment—with authentic Southern recipes!—will satisfy your sweet tooth.
Walt was born in Nelsonville, a small town in southeastern Ohio, whose population has been around 5,000 for the last hundred years. In this book he tells us about many extraordinary events that he survived from the age of three to eighteen while growing up in Nelsonville. Like the time he almost drowned in the creek below their home on 969 Pleasant View Avenue. Or taking rabies shots when their pet dogs got rabies from a pack of wild dogs that roamed the hills on the other side of the valley. Or surviving car wrecks when the cars were totaled and there were no seat belts then. He graduated from NHS in 1960 in a class of 56, so you knew everyone and everyone knew you and your business. You didn’t do anything without the whole town finding out very quickly what happened. So, when he broke the taillight in his Dad’s car, Dad knew about it before he got home. Or, when he drove that same car and took his girl friend all the way to Columbus to the Kahiki Supper Club for dinner one time, and, ruined his older brother’s white sport coat and Tanya’s new dress when an orange fountain exploded while they waited in the Kahiki’s crowded lobby, somehow people knew about the incident by the time they got back to Nelsonville. They quickly told a story to their friends first, then their parents, that some kid sprayed orange soda all over them at the high school dance that evening. And the best part of that adventure was, that the dinner was free if they didn’t take the free dry cleaning offer from the Kahiki. That is the way small towns were back then. Walt went on to work his way through Ohio University and eventually earned three degrees from there and a Master’s Degree from the University of Dayton in 1980. Walt’s adventures after finishing High School in 1960, like Ohio University, the party school, Western Electric in Columbus, and the Army and Vietnam, are in his next book, The Second Eighteen Plus.
Tales of a School Bus is based on real-life experiences that happened during my career as a school bus driver. As I observed young children board the bus for the first time and tried to calm their fears or reassure them that their moms or dads would be waiting at the bus stop when we got there at the end of the day""and then watched as these children grew up""I realized that some of my experiences might help other children to be less afraid when they begin riding the school bus. I also realized that children are very curious by nature, and they love to watch as big machines work. They are equally fascinated by the lights on a school bus as they are with a tractor or a crane. Tales of a School Bus is meant to help satisfy some of that curiosity in a friendly and positive way.
Okay I confess. I did it. I brought shame on all women kind. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to know what was going on. So after calling the numbers off the list I accidently found in his wallet, had any one of you been concerned enough to admit the truth, maybe I wouldn’t have wasted so many years of my life. And maybe I would have found the courage to leave. In fact, maybe some of you remember me. I called your home, work or cell; whichever number fell out of his pants pocket. And when you answered, I was always very polite in my approach. So, I’m guessing it caught you off guard when I came right out and asked, “Do you know my man?” I mean seriously, would it have been so hard to confess the truth? “Yes I’m sleeping with your man?” But instead, I, Stefanie Mason, continued to believe that I had found the man of my dreams; the man with whom I would share the rest of my life and raise a family. I knew Nicholas Washington wasn’t perfect. And as all fairytales of today would dictate, he was handsome, healthy, employed and drug-free and never hesitated to profess his undying love for me. So, through the good times and bad, thick and thin and the many many ups and downs, I knew I had found my Prince Charming. . . . . .that is until I met my Knight in Shining Armor.
It is essential for the reader to remember that this is a memoir; in other words, a record of events based on the authors experiences and feelings. Because of the secrecy restrictions at the time these events occurred, and in some cases for many years thereafter, the author kept no diary, notes, or record and wrote no letters describing his work. Furthermore, almost without exception, all the people with whom and for whom he worked are now dead. Consequently, in writing this book, the author has been entirely dependent on his memory. At the age of ninety-one, this memory may have at times been defective or twisted. However, there can be no doubt the story is true. Careful research of the archives of the Office of the Coordinator of Inter-American Affairs, the U.S. Navy, and the CIA should substantiate this. But even here, there will be difficulties due to secrecy and the deindexing of the FBIs Latin American files by its then-director rather than turn them over to the hated CIA. Moreover, the authors foolish refusal to accede to the request of his commanding officer to write the history of the naval operation Roads End immediately after its conclusion and for which he had received a commendation has erased forever the details of that historic event. Finally, the tragic suicide of the CIAs director of operations subsequent to the Kim Philby espionage scandal diminished the possibility of a proper analysis of events surrounding it in Washington . . .
In 1954, Catharina and Joseph Lodewijks and their five sons took a train to Rotterdam and boarded a ship bound for Canada. Nestled safely in Catharina’s womb, three months before his birth, was Augustinus, who would be the sixth son of seven. As the turbulent seas heaved the ship for ten harrowing days, Catharina prayed fervently until the family landed safely in Halifax. Between the voyage, its timing, and the faith of a mother, a seed of spiritual gifting was bestowed upon the child who was yet to be born, as evidenced by the exceptional experiences he would encounter a few years after he was delivered. This seed was nourished, and over time, it grew and bore fruit. From the tender age of five, the young lad quietly accepted his unusual connection with the spiritual world. Amidst the clamour and haste of the world around him, when faced with decisions great and small, and when encountering danger and loss, all would suddenly go quiet, and he would be blessed with a vision or revelation from the heavenly realms. So it continues to this very day. As written in Deuteronomy 18:18: “I will put my words in his mouth and he shall tell them all I command him.” This is Augustinus’ calling, and this is his story. www.whenallgoesquiet.com
Mia is telling me a story. It’s about a princess, who lives in a castle, on a street that bears a remarkable resemblance to ours. About a kind old lady who’s the queen. I’m distracted for a moment by her little hand softly slipping into mine. My daughter. My angel. But then she says something that pulls me from my reverie. She says that the queen doesn’t treat the princess well. She punishes her and doesn’t let her eat anything... Helen, my neighbour, has been so good to me. And more importantly, she’s so good with the children. Surely this is just another story of Mia’s, just make believe. Because if it’s not, maybe my dad was right all along: I was never good enough to be a mother, and I’ve let my precious children down in the worst way possible. A heartbreaking and uplifting story about the choices a mother makes for the sake of her children, perfect for fans of Jodi Picoult, Emma Robinson and Kate Hewitt.
The Devil’s Highway crosses a stretch of borderland desert in northern Mexico where many immigrants have traveled—and too many have died. It is a despoblado where desperate people defend secret places. But it is also known as El Gran Desierto—a place where stately saguaros stand near aromatic elephant trees, where sand dunes caress the edges of jagged granite mountains, where one can watch bighorn sheep in the morning and whales in the afternoon. Over the years, desert rat Bill Broyles has ventured repeatedly into this sunshot landscape, slogged across its salt flats and sand dunes, and defied its deadly heat. This book chronicles his years of exploration, a vivid and personal introduction to a thorny but ultimately enchanting place that manages to endear itself over time, if it doesn’t kill you first. Michael Berman’s stark black-and-white photographs capture the desolate beauty of the desert while conveying a sense of Broyles’ adventures. Gleaned from more than 4,000 images shot with a large-format camera, these exquisite photographs translate the desert’s formidable monotone into finely tuned studies of light and represent some of the best photos ever taken of this mysterious region. El Gran Desierto is a grand desert indeed, with beauty, spirit, and mystery rivaling any place on Earth, and anyone captivated by the earlier explorations of Lumholtz, Ives, or Hornaday—or by Edward Abbey’s love of desert places—will revel in these modern-day adventures. Sunshot defies the stereotype of a punishing wilderness to show how even the most perilous desert can be alluring if approached with knowledge and respect.