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Straight Talk, No Pretense is a single man/woman guide to having a successful romantic relationship. It is written with the intention of spurring positive change.

The Smith family and moving somewhere and starting a new life and cloe smith and her twin brother sam smith are new in town and get new friends find out what happens next

One Caregiver’s Journey is a personal memoir that will make you laugh or tug at your heart as the author shares her experiences about providing 24/7 care to her mother for a period of 9 ½ years after her mother broke her hip at age 93. The book provides details of the changes that occurred over the duration as her mother aged past the century mark and how the author endured the journey. Caregiving isn’t for everyone. One must possess patience, compassion and the ability to laugh as a

Another ladder you must climb without looking back. The ladder comes as a question boiling: Can you see what you cannot look? It's impossible. I mean, seen what you can't look not even for a minute. Jesus said, if you need something inexhaustible from me, just look and see. You have what it takes to look at Jesus on the cross. He gave you an eye—not to look over lustful images. He put an eye in you, for clear vision. "Just look at me, I'm on the cross, I'm waiting for you, all your pains

The first novel ever made by Ty'ana King and her krew was called best friends at forst sight with the main characters named Dalila and Maddalyn.

The younger brothers own anger took hold and he ignored the matron. Instead, he turned away from her, which only added to her anger, and asked his brother how long he had to live if he kept using his abilities the way he did. He decided that blunt honesty would be the only thing that could possibly get through to his stubborn brother.

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I reluctantly got up from my comfortable spot on the couch and went to the junk drawer in the kitchen to find a flashlight. Once I found a big enough light, I walked upstairs to the attic door. I shivered as my hands touched the cool metal, Beads of sweat collected on my forehead as I knew what I was about to walk into. Pushing open the door, I slowly stepped into the complete darkness. Drafts of wind blew from different directions as I walked through the room. I could smell the mothballs and

I grew up in a small community of religious zealots, and at sixteen years old I was married off to forty eight year old Pastor Lenny, who shared me around with the male members of the congregation who put a 'little extra' on the plate on Sundays. This my autobiography.