No post on Father’s Day by Barbara Edwards

Francis A. Radjeski

I I I oved my father. He worked long hours to keep us clothed and fed. He loved my Mom and his children. I have happy memories of going swimming at Hammonasset State Park and in Littleneck Bay. He could float and read the newspaper, often napping and having to be woke before he drifted out with the tide.

He grew a vegetable garden and I helped hoe and weed along with my sister. He loved flowers and planted a huge tulip garden to enjoy in the spring.

He was a good man.

During World War II he worked in the Brooklyn Navy Yards doing repairs on the various ships. He was a skilled electrician, plumber and welder. Those were the days before specialization. He spent his later years building environmental test chambers, installing the one used by Yale University.

For several years before he died he lived with me. He gradually became a cranky, grumpy, sometimes nasty old man. I still loved him, but I couldn’t understand his constant criticism. He accused me of stealing his money.  I was unable to handle his behavior and when he demanded to move back into his house it was a relief to put him on a plane.

I arranged for meals on wheels since he left the stove on and burned pots. I had his car disabled after got four traffic tickets for driving too slow and blocking the road.

I had guilt from failing as a caregiver and he continued to accuse me of outrageous acts until the day he died.

It took me years to remember the man who I loved all my life.

The sweetest memory? Every evening he would read to my sister and I from one of the classics. One chapter was the limit no matter how much we begged, but it was wonderful. I heard Treasure Island, Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Robinson Crusoe, Tarzan of the Apes to name a few.

Thank you, Dad, for my love of books and the written word.


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Blogging for fun or profit? By Barbara Edwards

If you’re looking for helpful hints, stop reading now. Today I’m complaining about my efforts to blog on a regular basis. For the first few months I loved to share my opinions and Imageknowledge about writing. Then my paranormal book, Ancient Awakening, was released and the blast of promotion knocked me for a loop.

I knew the wider the circle of contacts the better for sales, so I agreed to guest blog for a number of other sites. They ranged from well-known to just starting up. I found other authors to be the friendliest, nicest, most supportive people in the world. I did interviews, blogs on writing, life experience, you name it, and I mentioned Ancient Awakening so many times I could type it in my sleep.

So what’s my complaint?

I got pooped. I used writing time to post another blog. I lost interest in my own blog, a place where I shared tiny bits of my life and writing career. I staggered along, not keeping to my planned schedule, sometimes not even posting a blog for a week or more. Yikes, not the way to build an audience, say the pundits.

After all this, I admit to a secret love of blogging. I share with you- what feels like a circle of friends who are interested in what I have to say.

I admit the goal of huge profits didn’t get reached. I learned the only way to earn more it to write more books. Huh. Maybe I did slip in some good advice.

What about the fun? I’m gradually regaining a feeling of happiness when I share with you. And when my next book is published I think I will handle the promotion pressure better. I hope so since its due out for Christmas.

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In Ancient Awakening, Police Officer ‘Mel’ Petersen investigates a death only she believes is murder. By disobeying direct orders from the Rhodes End Chief, she risks her career to follow clues that twist in circles to her backyard and lead the killer to her.

Her neighbor Stephen Zoriak is a prime suspect. Steve worked for a major pharmaceutical company where he discovered a weapon so dangerous he destroys the research. He is exposed to the dangerous organism. He suspects he is the killer and agrees to help her find the truth.

In the course of their investigation Mel and Steve find the real killer and a love that defies death.

ImageBlurb: Ancient Blood

Lily Alban escapes a murderous stalker, but his vicious attack leaves her with the ability to see auras. She finds safety in the tiny hamlet of Rhodes End where a stranger stands out like a red light. Try as she might to deny her growing desire for Cole, she seeks his help but soon discovers the man she loves is not a man at all.

Werewolf Cole Benedict resists his attraction to Lily. A botanist researching the healing herbs to find a cure for Lycanthropy, he’s determined to protect Lily from her stalker as well as himself even in human form, but instinct takes over when he changes to his inner beast.

Together they must use their extraordinary gifts to catch Lily’s stalker before he attacks again, but revealing their secrets to one another could destroy their growing love or save them both.



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