Alanda in Time by Shelly Stone

Alanda in Time by Shelly Stone

 ^{"PublishAmerica:} Alanda is intelligent, beautiful and has an inquisitive nature. After the death of her parents, she is finishing their life's work and is thrown back in time. Join Alanda on her adventurous journey as a spy and a privateer"

"Meet the Author
I started writing when I was a teenager. I can remember going up to Subway and sitting at the table and writing for hours. I like writing short stories, novels and poetry. I am currently working on several novels and a poem will come to me often. I am a single mom of three boys and one girl so, writing can be difficult at times. I live in Stafford, Virginia. Usually my ideas come to me in the middle of the night so, I keep scrap paper next my bed. Sometimes writing in the dark makes it hard to read and I never remember to turn on the light so, reading them the next day is funny. My three boys are teenagers so fighting them for the computer can be difficult and the chaos in my home is distracting but, I manage to turn my
inspiration into something readable. I look forward to hearing from my fans so check out my other website at www.publishedauthors.net/shellystone.com. I update it often. I hope you enjoy my work and will come back for more."

Human Stages of Metamorphosis

Image by James Endicott

WHO WILL YOU BE TOMORROW? by Steve Goodier

One man sat at a stop light. The woman in front of him was going through papers on the seat of her car, and when the light changed to green she didn't go. A green light is not a suggestion, you know, it is more of a commandment. But she didn't notice.

When the light turned red again, she still had not moved. The man in the car behind her now started screaming epithets and beating on his steering wheel.

A policeman tapped on his windshield. "You can't arrest me for hollering in my car," the man said. The cop asked for his license and registration, returned to his car, talked on the radio for a while, and finally handed the papers back. The driver protested, "I knew you couldn't cite me for yelling in my own car!"

The officer replied, "I didn't want to cite you for shouting in your car. But I was directly behind you at the light. I saw you screaming and beating your steering wheel, and I said to myself, 'That man is out of control. He's going to hurt someone!' Then I noticed the cross hanging from your rear view mirror, the bright yellow 'Love Is a Choice' license tag, the 'Give Peace a Chance' and 'Prayer Changes Things' bumper stickers, and I was sure you must have stolen the car."

His behaviour did not reflect his bumper stickers. But let's not be too critical. Are we always the people we want to be?

We make changes by stretching. Personal transformation can happen when the person we presently are does not yet resemble the person we hope to be. Better to set high ideals and occasionally fall short than to settle for mediocrity and succeed.

The important question is not, "Who are you today?" It is better to ask, "Who will you be tomorrow?"

Remember: if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.

Life Magazine cover "The Flapper" by F. A. Leyendecker, 2 February, 1922

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September 11 All TV and Radios OFF

We do not need to relive what is already etched in our hearts of days unkinder

Our Armed Forces – Men, Women still overseas is enough of a constant reminder

Instead, Let this be a day known that our Hearts and arms extend openly with Love

To all Survivors, Heroes, and Those Whose Loved Ones Wear Wings of Doves.

© ndpthepoetress (- Jeane Michelle Culp)

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
(by Erica Shea Liupaeter)

When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,

While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.

And said my place was ready in Heaven far above,

And that I'd have to leave behind, all those things I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,

For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,

I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,

I'd say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, that could never be,

For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.

Today your life on Earth is past, and here it starts anew".

"I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,

And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past".

"But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,

Though there were times you did some things, you know you shouldn't do".

"But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,

So won't you take my hand now and share My life with Me".

So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,

For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
To Our Troops:

True Ghost Story

Thanks to my buddy Joy in Ohio for sending me the following story from on the internet some where. It helped me realize; nothing is ever as bad as how it seems:

WEST VIRGINIA GHOST STORY

This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the low country of West Virginia, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.

A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a really dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghost-like in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.

The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the marsh and he would surely drown. Then just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a cafe and voice quivering, ordered a cup of hot coffee, black, then told everybody about his experience.

A silence enveloped the cafe and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some weirdo.

About half an hour later two guys walked into the cafe and one says to the other: Look Jethro there's that idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain.

Books by Wayne Adams

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Presents:

Wayne Adams

Author of 3 books:

11	Medication For The Soul	Connections Love Poems

'Wayne Adams was born September 29, 1949 in Memphis Tennessee, he grew up in the Longview, Texas area. In 1968 Wayne Adams graduated from Hallsville (Texas) High School. He attended and graduated from East Texas State University in 1972 (ETSU has since been renamed Texas A&M Commerce). In 1972 Wayne Adams enlisted in the US Army and was trained in the area of personnel, he was discharged in 1986. Since 1989 Wayne has been employed as a Correctional Officer at Southern correctional Institute.
 Wayne Adams has been married to Claudia (for over 25 years). He has 4 adult children from a previous marriage and 7 grandchildren.'

His wife Claudia Adams states that her husband has been writing for about 25 years, mostly short stories and a lot of science fiction. Currently, Wayne has several novelettes that are waiting to be heard from the publishers and Wayne Adams is working on a sequel to his book 11.

The Richmond County Daily Journal Staff Writer Dawn M. Kurry has done an excellent article about Wayne Adams and his book 11, "Biscoe author publishes mystery novel about Asheboro". Staff Writer Dawn M. Kurry begins, "Inspired by a vivid dream, Wayne Adams of Biscoe has published a book entitled “11” and it’s based in Asheboro." This article also includes the names and some details of other books that Wayne Adams is working on.

11 by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "A serial killer appears in Asheboro, North Carolina targeting street level drug dealers. Police Detective Ben Clark is assigned the most difficult case of his career with the task of tracking this elusive killer. He must find this killer before more die, and in spite of public opinion favoring this killer, Detective Clark must remember his oath as a sworn police officer and perform his duties according to the law."

Connections Love Poems by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "Certainly love has been celebrated throughout the centuries. Shakespeare wrote of love and its beauty. Troubadours from the Middle Ages sang of its many assets. And the Bible has a whole chapter devoted to love in Song of Solomon. This book, Connections, attempts to continue to celebrate love within the 21st century. A century more known for its technological achievements than for romance. In Connections I explore love in all of its shapes forms and configurations and end with poems that I dedicate to those who are near and dear to me."

Medication For The Soul by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "Medication for the Soul is an expression of relationship-the relationship that is most vital in any human being, and that is the relationship with God. Through poetry, that relationship is expressed from the very soul."

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Where Is Spring?
by Wayne Adams

As I gaze upon the dark and wintry clouds
I ask myself, where is spring/
Is spring a millenia away?
Is it only a dream?
An unfulfilled wish?
It is February and the idea of sun filled spring days
With flowers blooming seems so distant.
Where is spring?
Then my thoughts turn to you
Is not spring in those dancing blue eyes
In those eyes I see spring is here.
Where is spring?
Spring is in the warmth of your heart
A heart that speaks of love
Where is spring?
Spring is in those lovely hands that must be busy.
Hands that create works of wonder.
Where is spring?
Spring is here.
It is in the form of my beloved

Books by Wayne Adams can be purchased at various book stores such as Barnes & Noble, Amazon, or directly from the Publisher, Publish America.

*Permission for all content in this post has been granted to BindingInk.org by Wayne Adams and Claudia Adams

If I Can Dream Elvis Presley

‎"If I Can Dream" is a song made famous by Elvis Presley, written by Walter Earl Brown and notable for its direct quotations of Martin Luther King, Jr. It was recorded by Presley in June 1968, two months after King's assassination. The recording was first released to the public as the finale of Presley's '68 Comeback Special..." Wikipedia

If I Can Dream - Elvis Presley

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true
Oh why

There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear

We're lost in a cloud
With too much rain
We're trapped in a world
That's troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly

Deep in my heart there's a tremblin' question
Still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle, yeah
And while I can think, while I can walk
While I can stand, while I can talk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true......right now

Bring Home Our Troops

(A Symbol of Peace In a Time of War):

A Christmas Carmen

John Greenleaf Whittier 1807-1892


SOUND over all waters, reach out from all lands,
The chorus of voices, the clasping of hands;
Sing hymns that were sung by the stars of the morn,
Sing songs of the angels when Jesus was born!
With glad jubilations
Bring hope to the nations!
The dark night is ending and dawn has begun:
Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun,
All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one!


Sing the bridal of nations! with chorals of love
Sing out the war-vulture and sing in the dove,
Till the hearts of the peoples keep time in accord,
And the voice of the world is the voice of the Lord!
Clasp hands of the nations
In strong gratulations:
The dark night is ending and dawn has begun;
Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun,
All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one!


Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease
Sing the song of great joy that the angels began,
Sing of glory to God and of good-will to man!
Hark! joining in chorus
The heavens bend o’er us!
The dark night is ending and dawn has begun;
Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun,
All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one!

May this Sound echo across the Lands - Yielding World Peace in hopes of drying tears and silencing the heartfelt battle cries to Bring Home Our Troops.

Thank A Soldier

the gratitude campaign (short)

The below was emailed to me:
From KING 5 News:

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Seattle man starts 'Gratitude Campaign' to thank soldiers
05:51 PM PDT on Sunday, September 23, 2007

By DEBORAH FELDMAN / KING 5 News

[SEATTLE - What began as a simple idea to say thank you to soldiers he passed on the street, has blossomed into a full scale campaign for Seattlite Scott Truitt.

He says many Americans want to express their gratitude to members of our military, but most aren't really sure how to proceed.

"I think there's a lot of politics wrapped around the military and that can get confusing for a lot of people," he said.

Both Truitt's father and father-in-law spent decades in the military, but even so, he realizes approaching strangers can be a little awkward at times.

"For several years I've been walking up and saying thank you to them when I've see them and sometimes its a really comfortable situation, and sometimes its not so comfortable," he said.

So he decided it would be nice to simply have a gesture to say thank you quickly and comfortably.

"The sign language sign for thank you starts at the chin and we thought geez, if you don't know what this means, you might not take it kindly. And that's certainly not the message we wanted to send," he said.

After a little research, he came up with a new idea.

"The gesture starts with your hand on your heart as if you're about to do the Pledge of Allegiance. And then you just bring the hand down and out in front of you. It actually means thank you from the bottom of my heart," he said.

Truitt hopes his Gratitude Campaign will spread across the country, and says even if soldiers don't know exactly what the gesture means, they'll realize if it originates on the heart, its got to be good.

Truitt hopes his video will continue to be shown at the start of every home Seahawks game this season.]

The Gratitude Campaign

Do You Know the Sign?


I'd like to also add a BIG Thank You to all Military Men and Women!

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Is God To Blame?

Is it better to believe there is a God then to die and discover there is a Hell? Maybe the question isn't, is there a God, rather who is God. Strip the disguises from any Holiday Mascot and what is left is the Spirit of the Holiday. Be that spirit ‘Bah, Hum Bug’ or Merry Happy Holiday. Strip all the Religions of their ideas about whom and how God is, what’s left is the Spirit of Hope nurtured by blind faith. And what is hope but a synonymic word for optimistic anticipated expectations. Whilst faith is the blindfold we entrust to guide the subconscious, while our consciousness is busily awake. Kinda like how some drive a car while shaving, makeuping, eat, drink, smoking, while talkin’ on a cell phone. But the question here is why. Why death, suffering, diseases, etc.? It is easier to blame a God that may or may not exist. Much as a poor child may curse Santa Clause for not bring presents. Sadly, those whom for example, pass away painfully from cancer, God of any concept should not be the blame. Sure God is an easy enough target. However; it is humans who made the chemicals that cause such dis-ease. Humans invent cars; many automobiles tragically take the lives of numerous people. Drunk driving killers, humans invented alcohol. And so on and so on. For whom ever made Earth, other planets, stars, people…, only made the basics. It is humans who combined the ingredients. Then blame the damn Maker for giving humans brains! Oh my, if a tree begets an acorn and that acorn grows into a mighty tree that Mother Nature one day crushes upon your residence, whom is to blame? The Maker, the tree, the acorn, Mother Nature, you for your choice of residency…? That is the age old question of our generation. If a gun kills an innocent person, who is to blame? The gun manufactures, the bullet producers, the gunpowder providers..? If a video game leads to violence, who is at fault? The video industry, the animator… Unfortunately, there will never be enough blame to go around for everyone and everything. My Fellow Readers, we could go on and on with your questions about “the ill fates of society and people” The main misgiving however; is your pain. We may not know the whys until we ourselves meet our destination and whatever that holds. Rather it be heaven or hell or merely particles of atomically ions to be recycled back into the universe. Meanwhile; if death crushes the heart, ache damn it, ache. It hurts. It’s not fair. Next, cherish those memories for they are the healing threads for any shattered heart. Then at last, celebrate life. Instead of grieving the date of loss, light a candle on the persons’ birthday, shouting– I’m glad you were born! For in your birth I got to know you, love you. And because you lived, I have the best memories I may of never had, had you not of been born.

(I once posted this as a comment on a fellow blogger post; today, the world is much the same-wondering whom to blame and what to do. So I felt a need to post this comment here. Hope it helps someone.)

In Loving Memory

It has only been a few months into the New Year and heaven has already welcomed several close friends of mine; including recently, my Dearly Beloved Aunt Ella Violet Brokaw; whose memorial service was held yesterday - Sunday, May 15, 2011. Ironically in 1998; grief stricken, I had dropped out of college because her husband of 51 years, my Uncle Bill passed away. 13 years later, early April 2011; I had just completed my re-enrollment for the same college I had been attending in 1998, when shortly afterwards I received the sad news about my Aunt departing. My Aunt and Uncle were my mentors, my role-models, my friends. There wasn’t a single birthday or holiday in my life that they never forgot to send me cards and gifts. The letters and pictures they sent me, the many phone calls all helped to fill the void of the miles between us. They were genuinely two exceptionally remarkable, extraordinary people who lived the moral fibers of their Christian faith; extending this lovingly into the lives of all those they knew, including in the raising of their own two children and in carrying on their traditions with each new member of their ever growing family. Now with only 2 weeks before admittedly; I am one year from the age of 50, this has come to be an end to an era for me. Yet; as I look at my sister, who’s oldest child Dirk will graduate high school this year and her youngest child Bennie will soon follow suite... As I look to my own Daughter and I watch how my Daughter is successfully raising her own Family, blessing them with the same love and values I was raised and influenced by from my Aunt and Uncle; I am reminded of the song sang by Elton John (sung below by my Nephews), that the ‘Circle of Life’ truly does go on.

Thanks Uncle Bill and Aunt Ella for the many fantastic memories; from our walks on the beach, the wedding of your daughter, the hand your son held of the child you so lovingly watched over, the violin recitals you attended, my first double dipped ice cream cone, you alls VW bug, Mr. Potato Head, the home you two so lovingly shared, the hornets, the skylight, the paintings, the piano, the many flavorfully preserved mason jars, …

And here’s to you Aunt Ella and Uncle Bill, an end of an era; but your traditions continue to live on!

Circle of Life by Dirk Parker and Bennie Parker

The Parker Brothers Music

Ella Brokaw Obituary: View Ella Brokaw's Obituary by Times Recorder:

Ella Cronk Brokaw


HENDERSONVILLE, NC: Ella Cronk Brokaw, 85, passed away April 9, 2011 in the home of her daughter. Born in Stevens Point, Wisconsin on December 30, 1925, she was the youngest child of Ethel Simonds and George Cronk.

She attended Broadview Academy and Emmanual Missionary College where she met her husband of 51 years, William G. Brokaw. Ella attended and then taught at Meredith Business College. She was an active member of the Seventh-day Adventist Church and could often be found making costumes for the school and church plays. In 2001, following the death of her husband in 1998, Ella moved to Hendersonville, NC to live with her daughter and be closer to her son.

She is survived by her brother, Duane Cronk and Mary; her sister, Evelyn Vaughn and Arky; her son, William E. Brokaw and Sherra; daughter, Patricia J. Moore and Pierce. She has seven grandchildren, Jason Brokaw, Terissa Miller, Tonya Oxford, Adam Hiltner, Kaylin Lang, Brian Moore, and Heather Carvill; and six great-grandchildren.

She was loving, creative, and generous with both her time and talents. Her beautiful smile and sweet spirit will be greatly missed by all those who knew and loved her.

A memorial service will be held at Zanesville Memorial Park on May 15, 2011 at 11:00 a.m.

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