Thomas Lowrie at Luke AFB

 

Book Signing at Luke Air Force Exchange August 15, 2015

The book signing was a great success. Thomas presented his book He Was.  We met some very interesting people. Veterans are a wealth of information. They share their stories with great passion, love, and understanding. You never realize what the veterans went through until you’re talking to them in person.

A few of the older veterans stopped by the table and spoke with Thomas about their time in the military, especially where they were in 1945. Some of those stories make you realize that we are all mortal and we should be thankful for our freedom. They fought those wars so we can read this blog, share our books, and above all, live the freedom of the American Way.

Stay tuned for Thomas’ next book signing. Our goal is to go to as many Air Force bases in the country.

For more information on Thomas Lowrie and his book He Was, at http://www.thomaslowrie.com/

To buy the book from Amazon.

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Niputi – Book Signing

I’m so excited about Joe Bompensiero. He’s doing his Book Signing on July 25th. At the Mob Museum on 300 Stewart Ave, Las Vegas, NV 89101 at 1:00 pm.  

“If you ask and I give, you owe!” Mafia extortionist and hit man Frank Bompensiero lived by this simple motto—even when dealing with family.

Niputi is Joseph “Joe” Bonpensiero’s exposé of his uncle’s evil dealings and their tragic impact on those closest to him.


See the true face of the Mafia, smell its evil, and discover the strength of heart required to survive its shadow.

I’m so looking forward to the book signing. Joe is a great author and I truly recommend his book. 

See you all there.

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Mikey by Judy Salz

By Gilles San Martin from Namur, Belgium (Coccinella magnifica) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

“Mikey,” published online in the April 15, 2015 issue of The Literary Nest, was the winner of the fiction contest.

Judy writes from her heart and from a young boy’s point of view. This story makes us aware of the unknown. I cried and I think so will you.

Share this story with others. You’ll be happy you did.

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Shelter Me

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When I read her book “Shelter Me”.

I would have never understood what a widow or an abused mother goes through. This book has definetley opened my eyes. I look around and I don’t see any of this. And I realize that it happens in closed doors. The hidden reality of life. Women that try to live their lives and have a hard time doing so, and yet we don’t know so we don’t help.

And even if I did want to help. What could I do? I would feel just as helpless as they. Even then, I would help in anyway I could. By lending a helpful hand at the gas station, or listening. I don’t know.
Judy offers us a way to help those unfortunate souls with “Shelter Me.” By educating us in the hidden lives of these brave and wonderful women. Judy has made a difference in my life. I understand more.
Go to her website and see for yourself.

For more information on Judy Sine Logan and her book Shelter Me by Judy Logan go to her website www.judyshinelogan.com

Andres Fragoso, Jr.

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Judy Logan Shine – Shelter Me

Shelter Me grew out of two pivotal experiences in my life: working in a psychiatric department for a community hospital, and hearing my grandmother cry over my deceased grandfather.
In the late 1980s and the early 1990s I was the Coordinator of Administrative Services in the department of psychiatry at Boston Regional Medical Center, where we had nine units ranging from psychological testing to inpatient and outpatient services.
Working with the administrative staff in all the units, I saw many women and children being treated for abuse, most of it physical but also much of it insidiously emotional, too.
Sometimes women were hospitalized on the inpatient unit because returning home was unsafe and not an option or because there was no room at one of the handful of shelters back then.
Likewise, abused and violated children were treated in the outpatient practices and the inpatient locked children’s unit when their behavior posed threats to themselves and others.  The unit locks were meant to keep the children in, but often to keep out their abusers. 
Though the work was fulfilling, it was also terrifying, and my heart ached for these hurting women and children. At the end of the day, the only way I could exorcise their faces and stories was to write about them fictionally, and so began my novel.
At the same time, my sister was a Deputy Sheriff in Florida and often called me crying over the Domestic Violence calls she responded to and the lack of laws to help victims or to prosecute domestic violence.  Trouble in the home was nobody’s business and nobody wanted to change the status quo, so thousands and thousands of women and children were beaten, violated and sometimes killed in the name of “family business”.
Almost simultaneously, I had a conversation with my wonderful, stoic, old Irish grandmother who often said she literally raised her seven children on her knees. 
When her husband died unexpectedly at age 42, my grandmother, with no education had to work nights scrubbing floors in the big, old Boston office buildings to support her seven children.
Each morning, she stopped and went to Mass before heading home to take care of her children.
One day, I asked Grandma about her husband, my grandfather Daniel, whom I’d never met.  
She related this story: “I was coming home from Boston on the train and had to wait in Harvard Square for the bus.  It was sunny and pleasant so I sat on the bench, and for a single second I thought ‘Oh, maybe I’ll see Danny!’  That’s when I realized he’d been dead ten years, already.”
She burst into tears and cried for several minutes.  I was speechless. I’d never heard her cry, but the pain of that loss and the emptiness of the intervening years had weighed on her and broken her spirit that moment.  Of course, she recovered but for the next 46 years, she never dated or did anything outside the scope of her family or its needs. 
After my conversation with Grandma, I began to think about the differences between the battered women I saw daily at the hospital and my grandmother who loved, but lost her husband early; that’s when Shelter Me became a theme and then a novel. 
Last year, I attended a 46-hour training program to become a Battered Women’s Advocate and briefly volunteered in a women’s shelter.  It was heart-breaking to be so close to such tragedy and pain.
I hope that Shelter Me presents some of the dynamics of domestic violence – how it feeds itself by consuming its victims live only to regurgitate them for another meal, and how it impacts love, loss, violence and abuse for all involved. 
May it help women recognize abuse and provide them with a belief in escape and recovery.
I dedicate this book to all grieving women – those who had a good love, and those still waiting for one.
Judy Logan
http://www.judyshinelogan.com/
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