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AUTHOR NAME: Jessie G BOOK NAME: Rebuilding Hope SERIES NAME:  A Kindred Story, Book #1 PUBLISHER: Jessie G Books, Inc. PAGE/WORD COUNT: 200 pages, 64K words CATEGORIES: Gay, Contemporary, Shifter COVER MODELS: TankJoey & Connor Jay PHOTOGRAPHER: CJC Photography COVER ARTIST: Andrew Reyna BUY LINKS: Amazon Universal BLURB: Holden Bancroft was born with a better than average brain and not much else. Often described as strange and sickly, his attempts to conform only made him look foolish and a life-long diet of pills hasn’t provided a cure. Deciding to strengthen the only tool in his arsenal was liberating and learning became his greatest joy. But each episode is another reminder … Read more

How do you perceive love, when it’s shown to you?   I guess you could say this relates to “love languages,” or “languages of appreciation.”  It’s not so much about how you show love or appreciation, but about what flicks that switch for you. What makes you sit up and take notice that someone truly loves you?   For me, it’s little gestures that demonstrate a knowledge of me as a person. My mom has mobility issues, and she can’t get out and about much anymore. She clips articles from the local paper back in my hometown – yes, a physical paper, with newsprint and all – about research items … Read more

I was procrastinating on Facebook reading a very important article recently, about a woman whose son was donating a kidney to his father. I went to comment, wishing her luck and praising the son for his selfless act. Before I hit send, that word struck me: selfless. The word struck me, and it made me a little nauseous too. I quickly reworded the comment – the son in question is absolutely doing something beautiful and giving for his father, and I don’t want to come off as though I don’t approve of organ donation. I do, wholly and without reservation, and whatever’s still got some miles left in it after … Read more

I had a very different post in mind for today. I had a post about Pride, because it’s June, and as part of my birthday “celebration” I’m going to my local Pride parade for the very first time at the youthful age of 43.  (Well, I’m turning 43.  I’m still bothered enough by society’s obsession with women’s youth to cling to that last week’s worth of being 42.) And then I woke up this morning to the news that a celebrity I admired had taken his own life.  It hit me hard.  I sat down and scrolled through my Twitter feed.  I saw a lot of posts about him, his … Read more