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Interview with Vanessa de Largie, author of Don’t Hit Me!

Vanessa de LargieVanessa de Largie is a multi-award-winning actress and author based in Australia. She was introduced into the world of make-believe when she was 3.  Her mother was a film buff, who made her watch films from the 50’s era. Her father, an avid reader and vinyl collector gave her a love of books and music. Combined, her parents influence allowed her to know early on, what she wanted to do with her life. At 22, Vanessa left her hometown of Perth for Melbourne and within a month, she had a lead role in a play at Melbourne’s La Mama Theatre. Over the next decade, she would begin to hone her craft.

In 2006, Vanessa was cast in the lead role of Nocturne, Night of The Vampire, directed by prolific Melbourne film maker Bill Mousoulis. The film earned her the Best Female Actor Award at the 2007 Melbourne Underground Film Festival.  The film was accepted into the main program of the Athens Film Festival, Cork Film Festival and the Brussels Fantastic Film Festival. Vanessa was flown over as a guest. (Nocturne, Night of The Vampire is now distributed by Troma.)

In 2009, Vanessa was cast as the lead in horror film Context, the film premiered at the Razor Reel Film Festival in Bruges, in which Vanessa flew over as a guest.  Context is part of the extras on the American release of El Monstro Del Mar by Breaking Glass Pictures Distribution.  (Unfortunately it isn’t listed on the dvd’s cover.)

Later in 2009, Vanessa was accepted into the New Actors Workshop in New York, run by famous film director – Mike Nichols (The Graduate.)  On her return she worked on the film Crazy In The Night starring film director Frank Howson and Prisoner actors Tommy Dysart and Joan Brockenshire.  Vanessa won a second Best Female Actor Award at the 2010 Melbourne Underground Film Festival for her leading role in the film.

In 2011, Vanessa was selected as a Victorian finalist in The Miss Pinup Australia Pageant, where she competed under the title Miss V-Bomb. She was given a spread in Beat Magazine as well as being interviewed by various Victorian newspapers.

In 2012, Vanessa became a freelance writer and mentor for Topic Media, writing over 90 lifestyle articles and winning many writing awards.  That year, she was also commissioned by Australian publisher Hampress to write her erotic memoir Tantric Afternoons.

Tantric Afternoons launched in April 2013 to rave reviews.  Vanessa followed the book’s release with 4 more titles – Tough ChoicePowers At PlayLascivious and her latest book, Don’t Hit Me!

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About the Book:

Don't Hit Me!#1 Amazon Bestseller
# Winner of the 2014 Global eBook Award Bronze (women’s studies)
# Winner of the 2014 Honourable Mention Award London Book Festival (memoir)
# Five-Star Review Midwest Book Review
# Five-Star Review San Francisco Book Review
# Five-Star Review #1 Amazon Hall of Fame Reviewer – UK
# 3 out of 4 stars Official Online Bookclub

Australian actress and author Vanessa de Largie is a survivor of domestic violence.
Don’t Hit Me is the true diarised account of her time living with an abusive man. The story is conveyed through poems, journal entries and fragments of lyrical prose. The book is a snapshot of domestic violence in real time. Raw, poignant and brave – it’s a tale that will stay with you.

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Q: Welcome to Beyond the Books, Vanessa. Can we start out by asking whether you are published for the first time or are you multi-published?

I am a multi-published author.

Q: When you were published for the first time, which route did you go – mainstream, small press, vanity published or self-published and why or how did you choose this route?

I was published by a small press the first time. It happened serendipitously.

Q: How long did it take you to get published once you signed the contract?

It was about a year from first discussions to publication.

Q: How did it make you feel to become published for the first time and how did you celebrate?

Tantric Afternoons was published on the 8th of April 2013, which was the day that Margaret Thatcher died. So, I remember drinking champagne, celebrating my book whilst also celebrating the life of an incredible woman.

Q: What was the first thing you did as for as promotion when you were published for the first time?

I bombarded my social networks and received great support and feedback.

Q: Since you’ve been published, how have you grown as a writer and now a published author?

I’m a professional actress too. But I think in both acting and writing, you can believe that some magic-fairy is going to come along and give it all to you. You can’t afford to wait for that moment. It’s best to be active and do it yourself. You’ll often hear those in high positions scoff at artists who are independent or who self-publish. But every thing you do leads to something else. So I think it’s better to take some sort of action than wait around for a gatekeeper to say yes. I’ve had to do everything myself. It’s character building! But I would not hesitate to go the indie way with any project because often publishers, agents, producers etc will hop on board along the way. A lot of my work has got legs that way. I am a better writer and a more confident business woman. I no longer take offense to rejection. It just means I’m a step closer to success.

Q: What has surprised or amazed you about the publishing industry as a whole?

They are so lovely compared to the entertainment industry. Publishers and writers actually have the grace to reply to emails and answer their phones. The writing and publishing industry is a lot kinder to one’s soul than the acting industry. I am much happier since writing became my main thing.

Q: What is the most rewarding thing about being a published author?

I’m proud of what I have achieved thus far but I intend to do big things over the next decade. I’m only really beginning. Being a published author gives you a platform to raise awareness about things you’re passionate about. It gives you a voice.

Q: Any final words for writers who dream of being published one day?

Don’t dream about it. Take action!

Profile: Author Barry Hornig

Were you on line at Studio 54? Did you ever swap drugs for gold in Tangiers? Or try on a dog collar at the Botany Club? Ever marry a countess or a Playboy playmate? Meet Barry. He did all of that and a lot more. He’s had many ups and downs and has probably forgotten more than you’ve fantasized, but this book is what he can recall…

“I hope I left a roadmap and some signposts to show other people that when they get lost, there is a way out."

Thus goes the pitch of Barry Hornig’s candid, compelling, revealing, and ultimately inspiring memoir, Without a Net: a True Tales of Prison, Penthouses, and Playmates (Köehler Books, 2015), which, from idea to polished manuscript, took him eight years to complete.

Without a Net is the story of a young man from a middle class background who shoots for the stars and goes after things that aren’t attainable, and when he thinks he has them, they get taken away,” states Hornig. “In the process, he winds up incarcerated, threatened with guns, and succumbs to addictions, but through a powerful series of visualizations he manages to manifest somebody who helps him change his whole life around through love and compassion. And through that, he is able to help other people.” Hornig’s over-the-top life is told with honesty, self-mockery, hope, and more than a little Jewish humor.

The decision to write this memoir came about from Hornig’s anger about his great ups and downs in life and the question, “Why do they continue to happen to me?” He needed to get it out of his system. Through writing, he hoped to see life more clearly and get rid of some of the anger and pain. He decided he wouldn’t misdirect his energy by looking back, but instead concentrate on looking forward and benefit from lessons learned, and it worked. “I hope I left a roadmap and some signposts to show other people that when they get lost, there is a way out,” says Hornig. “I believe that with determination, visualization, and the right partner, you can emerge from any darkness, live an interesting and fruitful life, and recover your sanity and your spiritual balance.”

In addition to his personal journey, the book offers a kaleidoscope of America from its triumphant and proud years in the 50s to a more recent time when – from Hornig’s perspective – “A great power has been shamefully falling apart. We’ve killed all our heroes, and there’s nobody to look up to. Violence never wins. And Gordon Gekko was wrong; greed is not good. (Sorry, Oliver.)”

Writing Without a Net had its challenges. From telling the truth, to stirring the hot coals, to old temptations re-awakening, to unsupportive peers telling him he was wasting his time and would never finish the book, Hornig admirably stuck to his vision through it all and came through the other side with a completed manuscript and a renewed sense of reality.

Besides the obvious painful, emotional journey of having to access his troubled past, Hornig’s challenge included the fact that he’s dyslexic. Because of this, he decided to work with Michael Claibourne, who helped him organize his thoughts and Without a Net Coverpen his words. Claibourne loved his life story and had been urging him for quite a while to write it all down.  It seemed just as exciting as any of the screenplays they were working on. “My creative process was a form of channeling with Michael, who acted as interviewer, scribe and psychiatrist,” adds Hornig. “We wrote this memoir from Topanga Canyon to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, Montana, and New York City. Sometimes lying down and sometimes sitting up.  In person, over the phone, and over the net. It was complex but clear. I tried to be truthful and honest with all the subjects.”

In spite of help from his writing partner, as well as support from his spouse and family, becoming an author has been overwhelming for Hornig, to say the least. “I can’t quite wrap my head around it,” he says. “All I did was tell a story. We’ll see what happens from there, and I’ll leave it up to my audience.” He’s looking forward to sharing some of his experiences in this journey with younger people, and hopes that this book puts him in a venue where he can talk to them. “I want to spread the news: it’s never too late.” He hopes readers will learn from his story and even find themselves in it, and realize that even the most destructive impulses can be overcome. “I have been able to forgive the people who wronged me, and forgive myself for wronging the people that I wronged – both the ones who are dead and the ones who are still alive. And looking back now through the other end of the telescope, it’s all very clear.”

Barry Hornig currently divides his time between Santa Monica, California, and San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where he owns a gallery of fine art rugs. He is a professional sports fisherman, an expert on the paranormal, has talked with beings from space, had visions in Masar-i-Sharif, has been blessed by Muktananda, and hugged by Ammachi. “I have so many more stories to tell… and they’re not all autobiographical” states the author on what lurks on the horizon. “Screenplays, movies, all with messages. I am hoping that with this book my other story work will be taken seriously. And that in turn the other work will get out and more lessons will be learned.”

Connect with Barry Hornig on the web:

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Without a Net is available from Köehler Books, Amazon, B&N, and other online retailers.

My article originally appeared in Blogcritics

On the Spotlight: ‘My Mother My Child,’ by Susie Kinslow Adams

mymothermychild-187x300Title: My Mother My Child

Genre: Non Fiction Self Help

Author: Susie Kinslow Adams


Publisher: Write By The Sea Press

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About the Book

My Mother My Child is an easy-to-read heartfelt story of caregiving filled with practical helps and resources for every family. Thought-provoking questions at the end of each chapter are suitable for individual or group study.


Author, Susie Kinslow Adams

Chapter 1, with Discussion Guide 

Miracles, Moves, and Mother

My mother always held a special place in my heart. She had made the best of a very rough life. Mother worked hard and seldom complained about anything, although there was much opportunity to do so. During the years I lived by Mother, especially after Dad died, we would spend time going out to eat or visiting some beautiful scenic place not too far from home. One of my fondest memories is of the two of us sitting on her front porch enjoying soft breezes and crisp morning air.

“How could anyone ever look out at God’s creation and not know He is real?” she would ask. Then she would continue to elaborate on the beauty of her surroundings. An outsider driving by would see shabby yards and small homes in need of major repair and probably complain at the rough streets. My mother could see good neighbors and beautiful flowers among the weeds. She was thankful for her comfortable home and the reliability of her very old automobile parked out front.

Mother had a sharp mind and a quick wit. She was ready with an answer for any problem one might have (and quite sure hers was the only answer to consider). Her tiny home was clean and orderly; you could count on a good pot of stew and cornbread when you stopped by for a visit.

After Russell and I moved away, I especially looked forward to coming back home to those familiar sights and sounds and hearty welcome from someone who dearly loved me. During the ten years we were in California, my visits were short and too far apart. However, I never worried about Mother’s well-being because she was active in a good church, a Bible study group, and had several other widowed friends with whom to socialize. On the surface she seemed quite self sufficient.

I never noticed when she got old and weary; when she quit caring for her little home and herself as she once did. When I began to realize how terribly unclean her house was, I attributed it to her being too busy to keep it up. One year I made a planned trip home without Russell. I thought if I could thoroughly clean her house for her, she would be able to keep it clean. I know how it is when you get so far behind it seems impossible to catch up. As I began to clean Mother’s home one evening, my cleaning stopped abruptly when I was told, “This house is clean enough for me. If it is not clean enough for you, you can just go home!” Ouch!

I must admit, I think my focus was more on the unclean house than on why my mother would let it get that way. What was happening to her? Could I have done something to help her then? Perhaps get some help in each week or check with her doctor concerning her over all health and her medications? But my visit was short; whatever I could do in a week’s time would not make much of a difference in the over all picture.

The day before I was to head back to California, I drove Mother to the store in her old but faithful car. As we neared home, we were stopped by the police. He announced “my” tags were expired. After learning I was driving Mother’s car, he asked for her driver’s license and registration. When she couldn’t seem to find her license, the officer graciously told us to go straight home and park the car. Back home we searched the unending piles of mail and papers on her tables and found only an expired license. Wanting to help, I took Mother to take a test and get her license renewed only to learn she had lost her license due to too many traffic tickets. No driver’s license, no tags, and no insurance, yet she was still driving her car all over town.

Something wasn’t right but I had a plane to catch in the morning. What could I do at this point? How could I help her? Should I alert church friends, neighbors, and the police? If I took her car keys, she would find another set or have copies made. Anything I could have done would simply be a temporary fix until I got out of town when she would do as she pleased anyway. My heart ached as I thought of leaving. How helpless I felt.

My heart and mind were eased somewhat knowing my cousin Penny checked on Mother every few days to make sure she was okay. Penny would take Mother back home with her when she could coax her into it. While there, Penny would trim her nails, wash her hair, and stuff her full of good food and special treats. Mother enjoyed those times, but she soon pressed to get back to her own home.

One time when Penny was visiting family on the west coast, she had a persistent feeling she should come home early from her trip. Those urgings became so overwhelming that she had her flight changed and returned to Missouri a week early. She immediately called Mother and was relieved to hear her familiar happy voice assuring Penny she was okay. In fact, Mother had a Bible study planned the next day at her house, and had been very busy with all the preparations.

The following evening Penny was not too alarmed when Mother didn’t answer her phone. “Perhaps,” she thought, “Aunt Nevie has just gone to the store for something.” However, when there was no response the second day, Penny was on Mother’s doorstep. Unlocking the door, she found Mother on the floor, somewhat dehydrated.

Apparently, after the Bible study group had left, Mother sat down to rest on a low sofa instead of her usual recliner. She was short, quite heavy, and not as agile as she had thought. Realizing she could not get up from the couch on her own, Mother slid onto the floor. She was sure she would then be able turn around facing the couch and pull herself up. Once on the floor though, she had neither the strength nor the mobility to get up on her own.

“Aunt Nevie, why didn’t you call someone when you couldn’t get up by yourself?”

“I would have called if I needed help. I was going to get up soon.” In her mind, all she needed to do was rest a spell and try again. Eventually, she reasoned, she would be able to get up from the floor.

What would have happened if no one had checked on her? Suppose Penny had not followed the persistent tug of her heart to return home early? Did God bring Penny back home at just the right time to help her Aunt Nevie? She is convinced He did, and so am I.

A few months later Russell was called as Pastor of the First Baptist Church of Fair Play, Missouri and we moved back home. A few weeks after our move, Penny brought Mother to visit us and we would again see God’s timing. During her stay with us, Mother became suddenly ill, was hospitalized for the first time, and our lives changed forever. For eight years I would be the primary caregiver for my mother and, although I didn’t realize it then, would watch her slip into what we often call “second childhood.” Some of those years Mother communicated normally and was up and around even fixing her own lunch. Other times she would not be able to walk without help or carry on a conversation.

Mother’s life, too, changed drastically. She found herself living with her children in a strange new house and in a town she couldn’t locate on the map. Everyone who came in and out of the house was a stranger to her. Gone were the days of getting a hamburger with old friends after Bible study. Gone was her freedom to go anywhere by herself or pick up the phone and call a neighbor to come over. Only in looking back now do I recognize how very, very different life had become for Mother as well as for Russell and me.

Growing up, our home was pleasant, comfortable, and full of love, yet boundaries were clearly marked. Dad, Richard and I never pried into Mother’s affairs. As an adult, I knew a few details concerning where certain papers were kept should they be needed. Asking for more information was sure to bring a clear sign it was none of my business. Discussing Mother’s financial well-being was clearly out of the question.

Have you watched children raiding Mom or Grandma’s purse for candy or gum? I’ve seen all ages, even dads, digging through a woman’s purse looking for something they needed or wanted. Not so with Mother’s generation. You did not raid Mother’s purse; you didn’t pick it up or look as though you were going to touch it. Her purse contained personal belongings and was not for anyone, not even her husband, to explore.

When I began to accept the fact Mother was not stable mentally, I knew it was up to me determine where she was financially. Late one night, after she had gone to bed, I took her purse into my bedroom, closed the door and held it to my chest. I felt like a criminal getting ready to rob someone. I was betraying my own mother by going through her personal belongings. It is difficult to explain the trauma of such a seemingly small task. Any time I considered approaching her about her finances, old fears of the past would rise up. I would picture her telling me to mind my own business. Here I was now with kids and grandkids of my own, still afraid of the wrath of Momma. It took nearly an hour for me to open her purse.

Those feelings of betrayal surfaced again when I had to explain to Mom the need for me to be on her checking account. I had to be able to purchase her medicines and pay her doctor and her household expenses until she could return to her home. To my surprise, the changes were made easily with smiles of approval from Mother. God was taking care of the situation again! In the beginning, I kept Mother’s purse by her chair and ask her to give me the checkbook when I needed it, making sure to tell her what I paid for with the check. It was important she have plenty of cash in her wallet so she had access to spending money and feel in control of her finances. She was proud to offer to pay for lunch when we were taking her to the doctor, or to be able to buy from kids who came by selling their wares. I’m sure she did not understand everything, but having cash on hand seemed to make her feel secure, more independent and a real part of the decision making process. How difficult it must be on adults when they begin to realize they are no longer responsible enough to handle their affairs.

Russell and I talked at length about Mother’s care. We both agreed from the very first she would be in our home as long as we could care for her no matter what it cost in time, money, or personal convenience. Putting her in a nursing home was not an option for us unless we were convinced it would be in her best interest.

During Mother’s first hospital stay, many decisions had to be made quickly. A caring nurse helped Mother understand the importance of being prepared for these occasions, and encouraged her to sign papers appointing me as her power of attorney in health care matters. By slowly and carefully going over each option, Mother was able to make good choices on her own about what she wanted done in each situation. This step became even more beneficial as time went on and decisions became more immediate and increasingly critical.

I feel it is necessary to note here the importance of each family member making those end-of-life decisions as early as possible before emotions get in the way. If we had delayed taking action much longer, Mother would not have had the presence of mind to make those important choices. Without a Durable Power of Attorney and Health Care Directive, it would have been difficult if not impossible to determine her wishes. Even though we had to evaluate our decisions constantly to meet her ever-changing situation, a clear understanding of her desires was invaluable.

We must be prepared for unexpected events which can change our lives drastically regardless of our age or our circumstances. When Mother closed her front door to go on what she assumed would be a short visit out of town, she could not have known she would never return to her little home. In a matter of time her two children would be making decisions concerning her home and belongings she could no longer make for herself. I was thankful I could legally take care of her financial and business matters. This in itself did much to free my attention to focus on her health and personal needs.

Russell and I and my brother, Richard, continually discussed options available and kept communications open so there were no surprises later. I felt it very important my brother review her finances periodically so he would know exactly where every penny of Mother’s money was being used. He did not see the necessity, but it gave me peace of mind. I never did get comfortable making decisions about her money.

As time passed, it became apparent my mother would not be going back to her home. Being her only daughter, it became my responsibility to determine what to do with her belongings. Her home was a couple of hours away so I packed a suitcase and headed for Webb City. Those days alone in her home remain some of the most difficult of my life. Each room and every piece of furniture held memories of better days. Drawers and cabinets were packed with “stuff.” Treasures once important to Mother were now meaningless items to store or dispose of so the house could be rented or sold. When I realized I could not take time to sort each paper, I dumped drawers and boxes of papers into large trash bags to bring home. Later, as time permitted, I could filter out the important papers, if any, and discard the rest.

In the years since I cleaned out Mother’s house, we have taken inventory of our own home. We sorted and disposed of boxes full of papers and things which would mean absolutely nothing to our children. At one point, I even sorted my cabinets and kitchen drawers. Any item we were not currently using was put in a box for some agency helping the needy in our community. Together, Russell and I made lists of important papers and where they were stored. We insisted our two boys sit down with us and listen as we told them of our insurance policies and where to find them. We also told them of our prepaid burial policies and where they were. The boys, of course, did not want to consider these issues, but it was very important they become informed should something happen to one or both of us.

When Mother finally did come home to live with us, food preparation was a big hurdle for me. She had been an extraordinary cook, serving as head chef for many years in a fine restaurant. She could make banquets from meager supplies. Now I would be preparing all of her meals. Would she like what I fixed? Would I cook everything right? Did I know enough about what she needed to eat to do a good job of planning? I would soon learn no matter what I prepared, she would practically inhale it to the last crumb, and we would all be healthier as a result of my wiser food choices.

It seemed every part of Mother’s life was changing overnight. Her pretty blouses and slacks gave way to loose-fitting dresses or robes. It was much easier for her to slip a dress over her head than to put on pants. Like a child, there were days when her clothes had to be changed three or four times. Each time I was given a choice between frustration and fun; I chose fun.

Finding clothing to fit her short, wide frame without falling off her narrow shoulders was a challenge. I am so thankful for mail order catalogs, the internet shopping venues, and an old Montgomery Ward store. I bought her the most colorful clothing I could find. Using lacy nightgowns as a slip, I matched them with simple polyester house dresses.

“You is a beautiful girl, Mommy!”

She would giggle and reply as I changed her garment, “I is a beautiful girl.”

“You is a soggy girl, too!”

“Is I?”

“You is, but I loves you anyway.”

“Me, too!”

As far back as I can remember, Mother had difficulty finding good fitting shoes for her swollen ankles and feet. For the first several years, I had to buy men’s bedroom slippers to get the width she needed. Additional care had to be taken that any foot wear not have slippery soles on them. Her slippers, like everything else she wore, had to be washable because, as I told her, she “leaked.”

As she lost weight, her feet and ankles slimmed also. How exciting it was to shop for pretty ballerina slippers to match her colorful dresses. What joy to watch her hold her feet up and smile at her new shoes and slim ankles; like a little girl with her first pair of dress shoes.

Mother found it difficult to lift her short, heavy legs up into the bed on her own so we devised a system to help her. While sitting on the bed, she would put both her feet on a footstool which Russell had shortened for this purpose. Slowly and carefully I would raise her legs and guide them onto the bed as she gradually reclined. As long as she had strength to help me, I did very little actual lifting myself. With a little encouragement and direction, it was amazing what she was able to accomplish.

My concern that Mother would be lonely in her new surroundings was an entirely misguided concern. Without our asking, ladies from our church began visiting Mother, whether or not we were home. Returning one day to find a fresh bouquet of flowers on her table, I questioned her about the company she had while we were out.

“No one was here,” she replied.

“No one? Who brought those beautiful flowers?”

“They were just here.”

As the mother I knew began to disappear, new challenges surfaced constantly as Russell and I adjusted our lives to her changing condition. One of the more difficult things for me to reconcile was the fact getting help meant people would be in and out of our home throughout the week. I enjoyed company; those who would sit and visit or maybe eat a little something, and go home. I was not comfortable at first with people coming in and wandering throughout our home, but I knew it was necessary for the well being of our entire family.

When neighbors, Jessie and Wilus Ahart, learned we were caring for Mother, Jessie offered to stay with her one day a week and other times as needed. She was even willing to stay overnight so we could go to a retreat to get away. This took much pressure off when we needed to get home later. We could call Jessie to come over and pull the blinds, close the door, turn up the heat or whatever was needed. Whether it was a sudden storm approaching or an uneasiness she sensed, she checked on Mother as though caring for her own family. She grew to love Mother right away; it showed in the way she cared for her. Jessie loved to quote the Bible and talk about the Lord. This seemed to please Mother. Often we would come home to find the two of them watching a gospel music video together.

“We’ve had the best visit,” Jessie would say. “We’ve been talking about Heaven, haven’t we, Geneva? And we are going there, aren’t we?” Momma would smile and nod in agreement. Clearly this was a mutual admiration between the two as well as a welcomed respite for a weary caregiver.

Those four years at Fair Play were challenging as we constantly faced new obstacles in Mother’s care. Physically she would go back and forth from being strong and walking on her own to not being able to get out of her chair without help. At one point a nurse had to come every day to care for Mother’s swollen legs. They were so full of fluid they had to be wrapped daily. Open wounds would redden and weep. We wondered if she would ever be able to walk on them again. With good care and her own resilience, she was soon able to move from room to room with the aid of her walker.

Personal care was a hard issue for me to deal with. Since my children were ten and eleven when I became their mother, I had never cared for a baby or small child. I had no skills in that area, and the thought of bathing my mother and caring for her was difficult to comprehend. Oh, I wanted to do it, I just didn’t know how. Perhaps this will sound silly to folks who have raised little ones, but for me, bathing Mother was monumental.

At first, Mother seemed to be caring for herself pretty well although needing help with personal care was inevitable. I dreaded confronting her with the possibility of me helping her. I was relieved when the doctor ordered a bath aide to come out three times a week.

Mary Long was our first experience with a regularly scheduled bath aide. Right away I knew she would be good for Mother. Watching Mary pamper Mom as she bathed her was a comfort to this worried daughter. Mother’s communication skills were very good when Mary first came to care for her, so they had ample opportunity to get acquainted. They shared about their families and their likes and dislikes. By the time Mother had quit talking Mary had developed a loving relationship with her. I learned so much about how to care for my mother from Mary. I’m convinced her good care and what she taught us kept Mom from having any bedsores or serious skin problems at home.

When Russell resigned from the church in Fair Play, this meant moving out of the church parsonage. Finding a home within driving distance of Mother’s doctor became a priority. Convinced our finances were such we could not consider purchasing a newer home, we began our search by looking for a reasonably priced fixer-upper. We soon realized those homes “needing a little repair” in our price range generally needed a demolition crew.

Our search was both fun and challenging as we considered what would be comfortable and convenient for Mother and at the same time meet our personal needs. After looking a few weeks, we were thrilled to find the home we were sure, beyond any doubt, God had saved solely for us. The things we had wanted were all there: big picture window, large room for Mom, extra bathroom, front and back porches and trees in the yard. What we had not expected to get were extra wide doorways which would easily accommodate her wheelchair, access to the home without steps to deal with, a fireplace, an oversized shower with easy access in her bathroom, a huge walk-in closet in her area, an eat-in kitchen, a big dining room, and an acre of ground surrounded by fields and woods. Only God could know how important every one of these things would be as we faced another four years with Mom. And God knew we would not have time to remodel anything.

March 29, 2000, my calendar says “Move everything possible today.” That means Momma, too. How were we actually going to be able to get all this done without added stress on her? We described our new home and encouraged her to help us decide what we should take with us. We even asked her opinion on the pictures and furniture we should keep, all the while knowing she wouldn’t remember. We decided to sell most of what we had in a garage sale and replace only what we needed in the new house.

Down came all the pictures from the walls. Chairs, tables, and accessories were quickly moved out as they were sold. At the same time we were moving boxes of personal items into our new home. Finally, the only thing left in the church parsonage was Mother sitting alone in her wheelchair in a big, empty room with nothing but a small borrowed television set in one corner.

“Mommy, where is all our stuff? You look kind of lonesome there all by yourself in this big old room.” I wondered what she was thinking as she slowly smiled at me.

“Do you think we ought to move you, too? Shall I call for the transportation van to take you to our new home?” Her wide familiar grin and nodding head told me she was ready to go anywhere with us. Someone who doesn’t comprehend what is being said or is not able to retain information needs things repeated again and again. We described our new town and home so many times we tired of the telling. However, it seemed to help Mother feel part of the move and comfortable with the strange activity around her. I never ever wanted her to feel like she was an added-on part of our family or in any way a burden to us.

Watching Mother’s eyes light up as she was unloaded in Buffalo was all the assurance I needed that she would be fine with the move. Thinking she would be tired from the trip, I started to wheel her into her new bedroom, but she had other ideas. She wanted to see the entire house, into every room and through every doorway. When she had explored everything to her satisfaction, she was content to settle down in her own room for a much-needed nap.

My greatest fear in the move was losing our dear helpers, Mary and Jessie. Miraculously, God had worked this dilemma out as well. One day while still in the old house, Mary came in with the saddest look on her face. She told us most of her work would now be in Dallas County; Mother was actually her last client in Polk County. At the time we had been dreading the thoughts of telling Mary of our move, she had been hesitant to tell us she could no longer come to Fair Play. What joy to say, “Mary, we are moving to Dallas County, too!”

When Jessie and Wilus heard about our new home, they were actually excited. Jessie said, “Buffalo is only a good forty-five minute trip for us. We will look forward to the drive to the country. Call us anytime you need help.” Wow! They were happy! We were happy! Mom was still in good care! And God had again proven to be faithful far beyond my wildest dreams!

Three months after we moved, Russell was called as Director of Missions of the Dallas County Association of Southern Baptists. Retirement was short-lived and we were on a new journey. And, so was Mother. Little did we know what an adventure it would be for each of us; especially how good it would be for her. She would get more attention and love than ever, and we would come to know more than we ever wanted about caring for the elderly and the truths of what we call second childhood.

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  1. Why should the mother’s unkempt home and vehicle problems have been red flags revealing a deeper need? What are some reasons family members may ignore these signs of pending problems with a loved one?
  2. If you are living away from parents or elderly loved ones, how are their needs being met? In what ways can you become better informed of their circumstances?
  3. Even though Susie did not live in the same state as her mother, what could have been done to get help? What are some specific resources for the elderly in your state?
  4. Have you discussed care for aging parents with siblings or others? What options are available to you? Why is it important to include the parent in these discussions?

About the Author


Susie Kinslow Adams is a wife, mother, and grandmother whose earliest memories are of caring for grandparents and offering hugs and hope to shy or struggling classmates. Her work alongside her husband in ministry has provided years of experience with groups and individuals from children to senior adults. Susie is a gifted author, writer, speaker and storyteller. She and her husband have a country home in the Ozarks and enjoy the wonders of nature.

Interview with Elisabeth Amaral, author of ‘Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup’

Elizabeth AmaralA native New Yorker, I have lived in the city for much of my life. My first jobs after graduating from NYU were jewelry design and case worker for the Departments of Welfare of New York City and Cambridge, Massachusetts. This was followed by co-ownership of a children’s boutique (Czar Nicholas and the Toad) and a restaurant (Duck Soup) in Cambridge near Harvard Square. I then worked as an industrial purchasing agent in New Jersey, and for the last 25 years have been a real estate broker in Manhattan, accumulating stories of the wonder and madness that is this city. I published a book of short stories (When Any Kind of Love Will Do), wrote two children’s books and a memoir (Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup), and am currently working on a novel.

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Q: Welcome to Beyond the Books, Elisabeth. Can we start out by telling us whether you are published for the first time or are you multi-published?

I have published three books, the first in 2007. It was a short story collection titled When Any Kind of Love Will Do. That was followed by Elodie at the Corner Market, a children’s book. My memoir, Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup was published in late October, 2014.

Czar Nicholas 2Q: When you were published for the first time, which route did you go – mainstream, small press, vanity published or self-published and why or how did you choose this route?

I self-published all three books. I chose this route because I wanted control over what I wrote, and specifically with the memoir, time was an issue. I had a heart attack last Spring and wanted to see the finished book as soon as possible. Certainly sooner than I would see it via traditional publishing. And it was the right way for me for another reason. Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup has a certain whimsical aspect to it and contains a lot of photographs, recipes from my 1970s restaurant in Harvard Square, and contributions written by others. I was told by an agent, who thought the memoir was a “small gem,” that unfortunately it was not for her. Another agent told me that I would have to make significant changes, and that would have altered the mood of the book. Self-publishing answered both needs.

Q: How long did it take you to get published once you signed the contract?

The process took approximately five months from the time I submitted the finished draft to iUniverse.

Q: How did it make you feel to become published for the first time and how did you celebrate?

I was ecstatic beyond belief. I carried copies of my book everywhere and showed it to perfect strangers, and though I don’t recall celebrating, I’m sure I basked in my own glory for a while. With Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup I felt different. I felt quietly triumphant not only because I held the book in hand, but because I had survived. My husband and I celebrated by going to Madrid and Seville over the Christmas holidays.

Q: What was the first thing you did as far as promotion when you were published for the first time?

Very little. I posted it on Facebook, did a few readings in public spaces in Manhattan, and took a table at a street fair. At the time, I was a real estate broker in Manhattan in a busy market. That book was published a year before the crash in 2008, and I was working seven days a week. The book deserved much more from me.

Q: Since you’ve been published, how have you grown as a writer and now a published author?

The difference in my writing from that first collection to the completion of Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup, has surprised me. The memoir took me almost three years to complete to my satisfaction and to feel comfortable not just with the writing but how it might impact those who appear in the memoir. The best part of the process was reuniting with people from my past who appear in the book, and sharing in their enthusiasm for it. It takes place in the mid 1960s and 70s, and we went through a lot of exciting times together. I wanted to do justice to the writing and the people, and took great pains with it. The day I no longer felt dissatisfaction on any page was terrific. I knew it was done. I knew it was good.

Q: What has surprised or amazed you about the publishing industry as a whole?

I can’t speak for traditional publishing. After my heart attack I forgot about query letters, agents, editors, and publishers. iUniverse had done a good job with my first book so I went with them. They considered Czar Nicholas, The Toad, and Duck Soup worthy of several internal accolades, which gave me a free month of Google ads and significant marketing advice. What surprised me was both the comparative lack of stress involved and the professionalism throughout. And I had my book, exactly as I wanted it.

Q: What is the most rewarding thing about being a published author?

Each time I look at my book I feel a sense of pride. And when I am told how much satisfaction it brought to the readers kind enough to share their feelings with me, that is enormously rewarding.

Q: Any final words for writers who dream of being published one day?

Be persistent and believe in yourself. If you have something to say, then say it. And then the next day, look it over and say it better.

Interview with Tara Edin: ‘There comes a time when being authentic is more beneficial than being flawless’

Tara is an incest, rape and sexual assault survivor, a teacher, a wife, a mother, a Reiki master, and an author.

As a rape and sexual assault survivor, who struggled for many years, yet came out on the bright side, one of Tara’s goals is to help fellow survivors feel less alone, less crazy, and more inspired.

Tara spent much of her life feeling “wrong” and being quiet due to some very tough circumstances that shook her to the core. After a spiritual awakening on one of her darkest nights, Tara began to embrace her own power to transform past trials into dreams come true.

Moonflower 2Writing her story has helped Tara retrieve her voice and find additional creative outlets. Publishing her book has simply made her story available to those who may benefit from it.

These days, Tara puts most of her energy into raising her two children, enhancing her creative life, and living her best life ever. But because she is a Survivor, Tara will always walk a healing path—healing for herself and for others.

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Blooming was her Birthright. Darkness the Unexpected Catalyst.

Tara is an incest, rape and sexual abuse survivor, who suffered from PTSD for many years but was misdiagnosed with mental illnesses instead. This took her down a near-fatal path ultimately ending in an accident, which nearly claimed her life at age 29. Most only know the abridged version of the story, yet the real story holds many truths and miracles that must be shared. With a second lease on life, Tara faces the sexual abuse and betrayal from her younger years with support from a compassionate zen therapist. Tara begins to recreate her life with a new spirituality that feeds her soul and encompasses her painful past, giving life to the love that has always been her birthright. With lucid prose and powerful poetry, Tara details her soul’s transformation from darkness to light, offering her readers the gifts of honesty, empathy, and empowerment.

Moonflower is Part Memoir, Part Self-Help & Part Spiritual Odyssey.

Rape, incest and sexual assault are unspoken controversial topics that still fester behind closed doors in the 21st century as survivors are still being told to “Get over it,” or worse, “It didn’t even happen.” It takes years to heal from such life-altering, traumatic experiences, and many survivors are doing this work alone. There is a great need for testimonies from those who have emerged from their ordeals stronger.

This revealing story uncovers the aftermath of abuse that often leads to unstable relationships, repeated abuse, and mental or physical disease. Although Moonflower covers difficult topics such as emotional and sexual abuse, the author sifts through these experiences to offer her readers the gifts and lessons that can be drawn from such setbacks.

There is no cookie-cutter journey to healing, but there is great power in sharing our stories. Moonflower exhibits the power of the self and spirit in the healing process. It stretches beyond what may be considered a “normal” path and braves a non-traditional spiritual road to wellness, inspiring others to broaden their perspectives of the healing experience. Readers will be inspired by Tara’s fiery spirit and deep reflective soul, cheering her on as she finds her way back to herself.

For More Information

  • Moonflower: A Memoir of Healing is available at Amazon.
  • Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.
  • Watch the book trailer at YouTube.
  • Discuss this book at PUYB Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Q: Welcome to Beyond the Books, Tara. Can we start out by telling us whether you are published for the first time or are you multi-published?

Moonflower: a Memoir of Healing is my first published book.

Q: When you were published for the first time, which route did you go – mainstream, small press, vanity published or self-published and why or how did you choose this route?

I chose to self-publish because it was a more direct route, and I was interested in learning the process.

Q: How long did it take you to get published once you signed the contract?

Once I decided to self-publish, it took me about six months to complete the process.

Q: How did it make you feel to become published for the first time and how did you celebrate?

I felt like Odysseus returning home after 20 years since I had been working on my book for over 20 years. When my e-book was live on, I smiled at my Moonflower page for several moments. Then celebrated over lunch with my best friend at the Cheesecake Factory.

Q: What was the first thing you did as for as promotion when you were published for the first time?

I began promoting my book on my website and blog. Soon after, I followed suit with Twitter and Facebook.

Q: Since you’ve been published, how have you grown as a writer and now a published author?

In publishing my first book, I have learned to let go of some of my perfectionism in order to get the job done. There is always room for revision, but there comes a time when being authentic is more beneficial than being flawless. I am now exercising my writing muscles via my blog by providing valuable, inspirational content to my growing readership. Having traveled the self-publishing route once, I am looking forward to a smoother course for my second book.

Q: What has surprised or amazed you about the publishing industry as a whole?

I am amazed and inspired by the growing numbers of indie authors out there because of the great discipline and determination behind each and every self-published book.

Q: What is the most rewarding thing about being a published author?

As a published author, it is extremely rewarding to know that I will make a positive difference in many lives for years to come.

Q: Any final words for writers who dream of being published one day?

Focus on the writing, and trust that the details will settle into place.




Character Interview: Camila from Faye Rapoport DesPres’ Memoir-in-Essays Message from a Blue Jay

Blue-Jay-Cover-10.2-for-webuseWe’re thrilled to have here today Camila from Faye Rapoport DesPres’ new Memoir-in-Essays, Message from a Blue Jay. Camilla is a 54-year-old accountant the Boston area, Massachusetts.

It is a pleasure to have her with us today at Beyond the Books!

Thank you so for this interview, Camila. Now that the book has been written, do you feel you were fairly portrayed or would you like to set anything straight with your readers?

I think I was fairly portrayed. I appear in only one essay in the book, but it is a very special essay called “The House on Amity Street.” The author portrayed the people on our street with sensitivity and awareness, and painted a good portrait of our lives in the neighborhood.

Do you feel the author did a good job colorizing your personality?  If not, how would you like to have been portrayed differently? 

I think she did a fine job. I am from Honduras, and she was able to build into the piece some of my beliefs and experiences, as well as some of the aspects of our friendship.

What do you believe is your strongest trait?

I am a very and honest strong. I tell people what I think, and I never give up.

Worse trait?

Some people might say that telling people what I think is a bad trait! But I don’t think so.

If you could choose someone in the television or movie industry to play your part if your book was made into a movie, who would that be?

Oh, I don’t know. Maybe Sophia Vergara!

Do you have a love interest in the book?

I have been married to my husband for more than 30 years, and he also appears in that essay, but only briefly.

At what point of the book did you start getting nervous about the way it was going to turn out?

This book is a memoir-in-essays, so I knew how it turns out! I live across the street from the author.

If you could trade places with one of the other characters in the book, which character would you really not want to be and why?

I wouldn’t want to trade places with anyone. I am happy with who I am.

How do you feel about the ending of the book without giving too much away? 

I think it really shows a lot about life, how we have to find the happy moments even when life is difficult. We have to celebrate and be happy whenever we get the chance.

What words of wisdom would you give your author if s/he decided to write another book with you in it?

She didn’t use my real name, which is a good thing. To protect me she also didn’t mention me in the acknowledgments. But next time, yes, I’d like that!

Thank you for this interview, Camila.  Will we be seeing more of you in the future?

I hope so! I am always telling Faye to write a book about my life. But if not, I hope I will show up in more essays.


Faye Rapoport DesPres is the author of the new memoir-in-essays, Message from a Blue Jay. She earned her M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the Solstice MFA Program at Pine Manor College. Her essays, fiction, poetry, and reviews have appeared in Ascent, International Gymnast Magazine, Platte Valley Review, Superstition Review, In the Arts, Fourth Genre, TheWhistling Fire, the Writer’s Chronicleand other journals and magazines. Faye was born in New York City and has lived in England, Israel, and Colorado. She currently lives in the Boston area with her husband, Jean-Paul Des Pres, and their cats. Visit her website at 

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About the book

From an astonishing blue jay to a lone humpback whale, from the back roads of her hometown to the streets of Jerusalem and the Tower of London, debut author Faye Rapoport DesPres examines a modern life marked by a passion for the natural world, unexpected love, and shocking loss, and her search for a place she can finally call home in this beautifully crafted memoir-in-essays.

Three weeks before DesPres’s fortieth birthday, nothing about her life fit the usual mold. She is single, living in a rented house in Boulder, Colorado, fitting dance classes and nature hikes between workdays at a software start-up that soon won’t exist. While contemplating a sky still hazy from summer wildfires, she decides to take stock of her nomadic life and find the real reasons she never “settled down.” The choices she makes from that moment on lead her to retrace her steps-in the States and abroad-as she attempts to understand her life. But instead of going back, she finds herself moving forward to new love, horrible loss, and finally, in a way that she never expected, to a place she can almost call home.

Readers who love the memoirs and personal essays of rising contemporary writers such as Cheryl Strayed, Joy Castro, and Kim Dana Kupperman will appreciate Faye’s observational eye, her passion for the natural world and the creatures that inhabit it, and her search for the surprising truths behind the events of our daily lives.

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High Up in the Rolling Hills by Peter Finch Book Blast – Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card!


Title: High Up in the Rolling Hills

Genre: Biography/Memoir

Author: Peter Finch

Publisher: iUniverse

EBook: 204 pages

Release Date: April 24, 2013

In his youth, Peter Finch wove his way through a series of exploits and adventures. Travels took him to Canada, where a fateful encounter in the Rocky Mountains opened up new horizons. In midlife he and his wife Gundi made the shift to country living, ushering in a new phase in their life, as they set down roots in the hills and settled into a deliberately simplified lifestyle.

Peter relates how he and Gundi immersed themselves in ways guided by nature. As she created and sold glass sculptures, he sunk his hands and tools into pure glacial-till soils, sowing, planting, and growing culinary and medicinal herbs, heirloom vegetables and salad greens to take to farmers markets and restaurants in and around Toronto. Invigorated by the pleasures and health benefits of growing, selling, and eating fresh organic food, Peter reveals how he became a passionate advocate of traditional, small-scale, chemical-free farming.

High Up in the Rolling Hills shares the personal journey of an independent couple as they explore the vital role of nature, creativity, and healthy food in life.


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Character Interview: The teen Joan from author Joan Heartwell’s memoir, Hamster Island

character interviewWe’re thrilled to have here today the young Joan Heartwell from author Joan Heartwell’s new memoir, Hamster Island. Joan Heartwell is 17, a high school student living in Somewhere, New Jersey.

It is a pleasure to have her with us today at Beyond the Books!

Thank you so for this interview, Joan. Now that the book has been written, do you feel you were fairly portrayed or would you like to set anything straight with your readers?

I like how the author portrayed me as a hero sometimes, out to save my brother, who was developmentally disabled, from a cruel world full of ignorant kids who were willing to bully him for a laugh or two (and in one case, for a heck of a lot of money). But I hate that she had to also talk about how ashamed I felt sometimes to have a brother like him. Yes, it’s true, there were times I went out of my way to pretend I didn’t know him, but so what? Most kids would have done the same.

HamsterIsland_medDo you feel the author did a good job colorizing your personality?  If not, how would you like to have been portrayed differently?

The author went and told a story about when I was thirteen and a boy who liked me (thank God I wasn’t crazy about him) told me he cared a lot for me, in spite of the fact that his best friend’s mother said I had no personality! Now, there was no reason for that—no reason for his friend’s mother to say that and no reason for the author to repeat that story. You see, I was painfully shy at age 13, and as I had not one but two special needs siblings (my sister was just a baby then, with her circumstances yet to be revealed), oddball parents, a grandmother who was a successful kleptomaniac, and as we all lived more or less in the middle of a parking lot, I tried to keep as low a profile as I could. So yeah, it probably looked to some mothers like I didn’t have much of a personality, but really I was only protecting myself by trying to become invisible.

What do you believe is your strongest trait?

I’m good at making things up.

Worse trait?

Sometimes I lie.

If you could choose someone in the television or movie industry to play your part if your book was made into a movie, who would that be (and you can’t say yourself!)? 

I like that feisty girl in Little Miss Sunshine, Abigail Breslin.

Do you have a love interest in the book?

You could say I am in love with love in this book. I expect love to save me (and I don’t want to give away the ending, but in fact it does.)

At what point of the book did you start getting nervous about the way it was going to turn out?

Chapter one.

If you could trade places with one of the other characters in the book, which character would you really not want to be and why?

Geez, I wouldn’t change places with any of them. If you think I suffered having to be the middle kid between two special needs siblings, think about what it was like for my brother and sister. Think about what it was like for my parents, poor, uneducated people who didn’t know didn’t know how to work the system to provide for my siblings as well as they would have liked. No thanks. If I have to be in the book, I’m happy to be a characterization of the author’s younger self.

How do you feel about the ending of the book without giving too much away?

Well, the author really wanted to tell two stories here, one about me growing up, or “coming of age” as she likes to say, and one about what it was like for her as an adult when she became caretaker for our siblings. So, she did something that some critics are going to complain about. She wrote the book in two parts, the longer part being the part that I’m in, which I think is the better part because it’s pretty funny in places and it reads more like fiction, and the second part, which is really a longish epilogue, describing the last few years of her life with flashbacks to incidents that are important to the story. Basically, she wrote a memoir that leaves out the middle years of her life. She says she doesn’t care. That’s the way she wanted to do it. She’s says the middle years were boring and no one would want to read about them anyway. She thinks because she’s had several novels published and she writes for a living she can break the rules. I don’t know. Maybe she can.

What words of wisdom would you give your author if s/he decided to write another book with you in it?

She’s a pretty good fiction writer. I think she should go back to fiction now that she got this memoir out of her system.

Thank you for this interview, Joan.  Will we be seeing more of you in the future?

Oh, I’ll be out there, in one form or another, forced to breathe life into various fictional characters. No rest for the weary.

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Joan Heartwell makes her living as a pen for hire, writing, editing and ghostwriting for a variety of private and corporate clients. She has had four novels published under another name and has a fifth one due out later in 2014.

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Interview with Jay D Roberts, MD, Author of ‘Break the Chains, Transforming Shame into Forgiveness’

Roberts_Jay-2491-EditDr. Jay D Roberts, MD is a board-certified physiatrist, a specialist in physical medicine and rehabilitation. He has always been drawn to helping those with pain and wounds. He just could not heal his own. That was not until he went to prison and learned the mysterious power of forgiveness. Dr. Roberts volunteers as part of Kairos, a Christian prison ministry. He and his wife, parents of two grown sons and proud grandparents, live in Indian Wells, CA, with their dog, Milo. Break the Chains is Dr. Roberts’ first book. He is currently working on a novel, Tin Kids, a medical, political thriller about kids forced to work in tin mines.

Why don’t you begin by telling us a little about yourself and why you started writing? 

I always wanted the love of my father, even just for him to like me or be proud of me. That is what drove me to be the best in what ever I did. But it did not work. He never told me once he loved me or that he was proud of me. It is “interesting” that I gravitated to treating people for their pain and wounds, while I could not heal my own.

After I was healed in 1999, I had a deep desire, passion to write, despite my head telling me not to. I ignored the feeling for a few years, but I could not extinguish the burning flame to write my story. Buddy, who you will meet in my story, kept telling me that I must write, to trust him, that everything would be okay even if I told of my past. 

Break the Chains must have been a challenging memoir to write. What compelled you to do it? 

As I have just mentioned, I felt a compelling need to write after I was healed. I tried to ignore it for years, but it would not go away. I was frightened to tell the family secret, afraid that my mother would die reading it. But I continued to feel the calling to write, and so I did.

9781627467582medDid you have a mentor who encouraged you to write it? 

Yes, I was blessed with three as they encouraged and guided me. I will use school as my explanation: Minrose was my grade school mentor, Julie my high school and college mentor, and Joan my graduate mentor. I am very proud that with their guidance I wrote all the words in my story, including the painful memories they prodded for me to express.

Who is your target audience? 

  • People needing forgiveness
  • People with history of abuse — mental & physical
  • People needing healing, or wanting it
  • People searching for a loving God, or just a God
  • People living in two cultures

What do you hope readers will get from your book? 

My hope and pray is that my story will help others to break their chains and be set free. 

What was your writing process like while writing this memoir? 

I did have a rough outline at the beginning. But as I wrote I went to places I had never planned to go. So there went the outline. I found my best writing was early in the morning, between 3am and 6am, while drinking coffee. I always prayed at the beginning of each day for God to guide me with the right words. After three hours, I would eat and get ready to go to my office. In the evenings I wrote a little, but the next day I would often not like what I had written. I sat in my home office and played the same CD over and over- “Filipino Love Songs in a Classic Piano Mood, volume 4, by Raul Sunico. It always put me in a good writing mood. On weekends I would sit out on our patio to do stream-of- conscious writing, if I was stuck (afraid of digging up an old memory). A few times, I stayed in a mountain cabin to be alone and scream if I had to. I did the more painful writings up there. I went back to the Philippines for 40 days and nights to add texture to my story. I wrote and re-wrote and re-wrote some more. 

How long did it take you to write it? 

I started about 10 years ago. But it was awful. It read like an emotionless scientific paper, so I stopped for a few years. Then I bought books on the craft of writing, attended writing workshops, and started writing again. After a year I stopped again. This time because it was too painful to write of my past shame. I could not write for two years. Three years ago, I surrendered to my burning desire to write and dove head first into my memoir. 

What was your editing process like? 

It was a great experience. I learned a lot through editing. I particularly like the exercise of “What if….,” while still staying true to the story. I thank my mentor angels for that. I admit that towards the end I did not cherish doing another re-write! 

How did you find your publisher?

After many rejections, one glorious day, one of my mentors, Joan, found my book a home with Tate Publishing & Enterprises, a Christian-based, family-owned, mainline publishing house.

I thank Dr. Tate for believing in my story and all the staff at Tate for their help in making my book a reality. 

Where is Break the Chains available? 

My book is available on AMAZON B&N / TATE PUBLISHING

What is your advice for aspiring memoir authors?

Never stop writing. Never take “no” for an answer. I was rejected — by many editors, publishers, and agents. I was even told to my face, “Even if you can write, which you can’t because you’re a doctor, and, anyway, no one will ever buy your book because you’re a nobody.” Believe in yourself. You are somebody!

I’m still learning to write, always will be. I’m currently working on my first novel, Tin Kids, about the abuse of kid in tin mines. I am pleased with it. Can’t wait to send this baby out into the world!

So continue to write daily and be patient. It will take time to birth your “baby.”

This interview originally appeared in Blogcritics Magazine

Hot Book of the Day: French Illusions by Linda Kovic-Skow

French IllusionsFRENCH ILLUSIONS, by Linda Kovic-Skow, Dog Ear Publishing, 272 pp., $13.97 (Kindle 99 cents).

In the summer of 1979, twenty-one-year-old Linda Kovic contracts to become an au pair for an wealthy French family in the Loire Valley. To secure the position, she pretends to speak the language, fully aware her deception will be discovered once she arrives at her destination. Based on the author’s diary, French Illusions captures Linda’s fascinating and often challenging real-life story inside and outside the Château de Montclair. The over-bearing, Madame Dubois, her accommodating husband, Monsieur Dubois, and their two children are highlighted as Linda struggles to adapt to her new environment. Continually battling the language barrier, she signs up and attends classes at the local university in the nearby town of Tours, broadening her range of experiences. When she encounters, Adam, a handsome young student, her life with the Dubois family becomes more complicated, adding fuel to her internal battle for independence.

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Part Two

Venturing Out of Songais



When my alarm sounded at 6:30, I leapt out of bed, eager for another opportunity to attend a course at the Université François-Rabelais. I wanted to make a good impression on my professors and peers, so I spent a bit more time on my appearance, brushing some blush on my cheekbones and curling my eyelashes before applying mascara. The result prompted a grin from my mirror image. Pulling on a sweater, I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs.

After I completed my usual morning routine with the children, Madame Dubois rattled off a list of chores, my pulse accelerating with concern as I listened. Has she forgotten that I’m going to Tours today?

“Wash up the dishes in the sink, change the sheets on my bed, and sweep the entranceway.”

“I have to catch the ten o’clock train, or I’ll be late for my class,” I reminded her.

“Well then, you had better get started.”

Rushing out the door an hour later, mumbling angry words, I half-jogged the road to Songais and barely arrived at the train in time.

Oooh . . . she makes me so mad!

Out of breath, I boarded the coach and found a place to sit down. Unclenching my jaw, stretching my neck right, and then left, I willed myself to relax. I was determined not to let Madame Dubois ruin my day.

As the train pulled out of Tours, the attendant, a young man about my age, sauntered down the aisle, his gaze darting back and forth as he identified new passengers. I watched him, admiring his masculine features, until he reached me. Our eyes locked, his sky blue on my moss green, and my stomach lurched.

“Vous visitez Songais?” he asked.

“Non, je suis arrivée récemment,” I said handing him my rail pass. No, I arrived recently.

He glanced at my document and leaned in closer. So close, in fact, that I smelled his cologne, musk with a hint of citrus. “Linda . . . d’où êtes-vous?” Where are you from?

“Je viens des Etats-Unis.”

He smiled and my heart fluttered. “Enchanté,” he said, and added, “Je m’appelle Renaud.”

“Enchantée,” I responded, feeling tongue-tied.

Renaud tried out his English. “How long you visiting?”

“Many months,” I muttered.

“It is wonderful!” he exclaimed, and heads turned to look at us. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. “I go now, Linda, but I hope to see you again.”

Picking up his pace, he moved down the aisle and exited into the next coach. A few of the passengers glared at me, but I ignored them. I had enjoyed my interchange with Renaud and felt flattered to receive so much attention from such an attractive Frenchman. From now on, my rides to and from Tours might be the highlight of my day.

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