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Schools of Thought: Well-rounded Education In The Lands of Opportunities

by Peter Felton

A bachelor with a Bachelor’s Degree, streetwise educator Peter Felton tells it like it is while laying everything on the line when it comes to identifying and describing in thorough, raw, hardcore detail the highs and lows of the different branches of scholastic learning and instruction comprising the corners of American education across the board. Reflecting upon his childhood experiences as a student attending a wide variety of schools, in tandem with his professional backlog in academia, Felton tackles important academic and cultural realizations made over a 31-year period from his first year in preschool to his first year of regular lead teaching. As both a product and supporter of the rainbow of scholastic offerings within the United States of America, Felton provides readers and scholars with an unashamedly unbiased view of the wide-ranging opportunities for learning and teaching, in turn revealing the notable strengths and flaws of each and every approach to American academics, leaving nothing unspoken.

Crack Street Victim Lane: Addiction memoirs / poetry, written in the Crack House, and while sleeping on the street. Crack Head, Heroin Addict, Alcoholic, mentally ill, I never stopped writing.

by Samuel Arcelay

WARNING: Graphic Content. Explicit Detail. I wrote these poems in the crack house and while living on the street. I was a crack head, a dope fiend, an alcoholic. I was a thief, a sneak, a liar, a cheat. I am an x-con, I am a scientist, I am brilliant. I am a survivor. I wasted precious years of my life in prison from age 16 to age 23. Before that I was a mental patient in a psychiatric hospital. I did my time in maximum security prisons, level A, I lived with murderers, rapists, and crazy mother fuckers who would cut your face for an ass fuck. These guys would pass you a jar of Vaseline and ask you nicely to grease your own ass hole.

No disrespect intended but this book is about street life drugs and prison. In respect of the integrity of it’s content I wrote it in graphic and EXPLICIT detail.

After prison, I wasted the ages 23 – 30 as a crack head, a dope fiend, (heroin addict) and an alcoholic ( wino). I was homeless and slept on the streets two years. I looked murder dead in it’s eye. I had ring side seats to brutal violence. I met the devil, I held his hand. “I was the street.” I thought I was bullet proof. I added memoirs to compliment the precious poems in this book. I still possess the original manuscript. Wrinkled yellow pages.

At age 9 or 10, I dreamed of becoming a neuroscientist, a brain surgeon, a child psychologist. My teacher nodded her head side to side and told me “YOU CANT”. I believed her, I deleted my dream. I was a child, she was a teacher, I assumed she was right. Coincidentally, during my addiction and homelessness, I slept under a tree on the entrance of the very same public school. I’ve included a picture in this book and many others as well. After 32 years, the manuscript comes to life. “Crack Street Victim Lane” Written from the street, about the street. I dream it will become a movie. I dare to dream. I am a walking miracle. I have been drug and alcohol free since Sept 28, 1988 at 8:30 PM. The last time I got high I was with Ralph. I had a gram of coce, a Heineken, and a Newport cigarette. Thank you for your interest.

Gwenda Sloane : The Strangest Killer: A Collection of True Crime

by Nathaniel Nixon

A True Crime Anthology with seemingly innocent looking women doing the killing… Gwenda Sloane didn’t look like a killer. We often think of murderers as displaying inconsistent behavior and having alternate motives to their actions. Many times, murderers show a history of crime and a mug shot that reflects the evil in their hearts.
Gwenda Sloan didn’t fit that profile.
In crimes that have taken place over the previous decade, the murder committed by Gwenda Sloane didn’t garner as much attention as some others of a similar time period. This is partly due to the location of the murder and the lack of international media attention with it. If this story had taken place in the U.S., this would have undoubtedly been one of the biggest stories for its time period and it would have gotten airplay on all of the networks. But the lack of international media attention around the case doesn’t make the crime any less tragic. This crime was one of unimaginable circumstance and truly heartless actions. The murder committed by Gwenda Sloane is a prime example of how the most innocent of faces can commit truly gruesome crimes.

Hacksaw Ridge : The True Story of Desmond Doss

by Ronald Kruk

According to Doss’s account in a documentary film titled “The Contentious Objector”, as he rescued soldiers one-by-one, he breathed into the air with each go-around, “Lord, please help me get one more.”

The modest man of faith claims to have saved 50 wounded soldiers from certain death. His comrades claim that he saved 100. President Harry S. Truman presented him with the Congressional Medal of Honor upon his return to the United States, for his heroics on Okinawa, and the citation credits him with saving 75 lives, splitting the difference.

“From a human standpoint, I shouldn’t be here to tell the story,” said Doss in an interview with the Richmond Times-Dispatch. “No telling how many times the Lord has spared my life.”

During World War II, 16,112,556 American soldiers served their country and the cause of the Allies, and only 43 received the Medal of Honor. Doss, who held a powerful allegiance to Christ, and was a devoted member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, became the first conscientious objector to receive the U.S. military’s highest honor. Today, he is one of two conscientious objectors to have received it.

Dear Congress: Exercising My First Amendment Pen In 2018

by Simone Ilese

In this unique era of political turmoil facing the United States, I decided the best way to exercise my First Amendment right was by using my pen and e-mailing concerns to congressional representatives. With continuing threats of constitutional issues being stripped away and damage being done to our great nation, like so many other Americans, it was my way of standing up and voicing my views. Watching the current occupant in the presidential office trample over the media, not tell the truth, and work towards reducing our constitutional rights and civil liberties was and continues to be shocking. While some members of Congress remain silent and continually enable the ongoing damage to our country, the power still remains in all of us, as private citizens, to make our contributions. It does not matter how, as long as we are contributing by publicly protesting, running for office, actively participating in political parties or helping with the upcoming midterm elections. As I no longer wanted to feel like we are heading for a dictatorship that only allows bowing and praising an undisciplined and inadequate leader, I wanted to exercise my First Amendment right. So, I wrote this short book, hoping other Americans will be inspired to use their pens or voices to exercise their First Amendment rights to their congressional representatives.

Mingled Souls: A Love Story in Letters, 1916-1920

by Sheila Harvey Tanzer

Mingled Souls immerses the reader in a remarkable love story forged in letters. In 1916, Edmund Shea and Dorothy Thigpen met only briefly before returning to the sweep of their separate lives. In this exquisite read, author Sheila Harvey Tanzer weaves a rich narrative around excerpts from her parents’ letters to reveal a mingling of souls made manifest through Edmund’s and Dorothy’s own thoughtfully penned words, and through the invisible hand of destiny.

My Eye Fell Into The Soup: A Memoir Journal / Living With Stage Four Cancer (The Cancer Journals Book 3)

by Denis Ledoux

“I regret to inform you that your pain is due to cancer,” said the doctor.
Can there be an announcement more chilling than being told you have stage four intraductal breast cancer? Hard to imagine.

My Eye Fell Into The Soup, a poignant book about living with stage four intraductal breast cancer, offers a glimpse into a time when the disease began to loom larger every day. It was a time in a couple’s life that was difficult to live.

This memoir, via journal entries written as events unfolded, takes us through the process of coming to terms with the diagnosis and the struggle to survive and finally to adapt.

Especially poignant is its glimpse in the life of a happy couple, much in love after three decades, facing the end of their lives together. My Eye Fell Into The Soup, a phrase derived from a dream written in Martha Blowen’s journals, is a story of courage and of the deep plunge into the psyche when “real life” happens unexpectedly.


~ “…a courageous book.”
~ “â?¦ eloquent and most inspiring to see the public sharing of a life, love and loss. “
~ “â?¦direct, clear and sensitive writing.”
~ “The writing almost took my breath away!”
~ “The relationships in this memoir is portrayed honestly and vividly.”


My Eye Fell Into The Soup focuses on two years in Martha’s life when she had a recurrence of the intraductal breast cancer that had first afflicted her 14 years earlier. In this memoir’s pages, you will find a story of courage and love, a story of strength and support.

In this book you will also read about
~ searching for a healer rather than a mere technician.
~ making sense out of changing family relationships necessitated by an advancing cancer.
~ learning to live with altered functions within a couple’s life where 50-50 doesn’t work any more.
~ experiencing what it felt like to be a talented artist who now languishes rather than make her art.
~ appreciating the searing beauty of the life they once had and hope to have again.

But My Eye Fell Into The Soup is more than a rough ride through the country of illness. You will observe moving scenes of life daily life:

~ the fox following the hay thresher in the newly-tedded field, hunting for field mice.
~ the glazed show that reflects the full moon’s light.
~ the octogenarian neighbor who needs help with daily life.
~ art making at snatched moments.
~ a mother whose descent into dementia must be taken into account.
~ young adult children just setting out in life who must now confront mortality..

Theseâ??and moreâ??detailed stories, told artfully and insightfully, will keep you reading long past when you should be asleep.

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Broken Lunch: The Best of Times – A Funny Memoir

by Simon Dewhurst

An intimate and very funny memoir, sometimes laugh-out-loud, recalling the best and worst of times of a privileged and eccentric nurturing in an upper-class English family after the last war. Simon Dewhurst has no time for misery and self-flagellation. Instead, the narrative glides seamlessly and predictably from one hilarious disaster to the next.

His exploits as a soldier, ski teacher, film extra, actor and a cinema projectionist among other jobs, take us from London during the Swinging Sixties to Scandinavia, North America and finally to darkest Africa. The ingredients for the best memoirs are many – his are blue, hilarious, and possibly worrying.

This is a very funny memoir and Dewhurst writes easily with an incisive wit. He has no truck with political correctness. His style is light and airy with little moralizing about the meaning of life, but he is still capable of a good rant when writing about the state of the modern world.

The carnage and noise is difficult to describe – the beaters ululating, the explosions, the whining dogs and the pheasants squawking and thumping to the ground made for the best of film soundtracks. All it needed was a couple of helicopters, the Doors and some napalm to complete the picture.

Unfortunately that never happened.

The day I took my driving test my mother suggested I put her bull terrier, who was called Tootle, in the back of the car. Tootle was so laid back that you would have thought he was on drugs to see him tottering along and quite often walking into things. He would stand there with a confused look on his face before finding a way round the obstruction.

The Matron, Miss Dock, was a cynical little woman with a gravelly smoker’s voice and a face like a frog. She wore an old fashioned navy blue dress and a large nun-like white hat. I suspect that she was not a real matron at all, and had probably been in charge of a group of anti-aircraft gun batteries during the war.

A Foreign Country

by Emjay Wilson -Scott

A thinly veiled memoir of living abroad in during the seventies.

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