Who knows what treasures lurk when the family finally comes to grips with selling the family farm. The patriarch and matriarch are long deceased, but it takes the grown children some time to put closure on their grief and move forward with the inevitable. But to their surprise, they find an old relic that rekindles the memories of their deceased siblings.The book can not be easily described, it is a collection of stories and each one is different. I believe the world needs more humor, optimism and relaxation through creative thinking. This book is my small contribution – you have to read it to see.Hope you’ll like it! If you do, look for more books from my ‘Intergalactic Stories’ series.If you prefer a novel, check the book ‘Cloud Whale’ – might change your view of the world.

Just when you think there's no more room at the table, you're going to be asked to make room for others, especially other people NOT like you! This means there is grace for your back-stabbing boss, your lying in-laws, your nosy neighbor. Jesus picks a couple of wild stories to remind his friendly town-folk that God has a bigger plan in mind than what they're thinking.Joseph Holly knows the truth: Work is rarely as dull as when you are eighteen years old and in love. ‘The Devil eats Coleslaw’ is a working day in Joe's life, which sees him trapped in a supermarket with strange customers, ex-teachers, daydreams, bad ideas, Sonic Youth, The Replacements, and an overwhelming need to see his girlfriend,Diane. It is a story about a young man's private battle with boredom and with keeping his head together, as he tries to get to the end of his shift.

My grandmother always used to say, "That snake is more afraid of you than you are of it."Grandma was a poor judge of my fear, but I grew up believing her: there is no need to fear snakes. But as a society, the fear of snakes is one of our strongest phobias.And rightly so. Snakes can be deadly as evidenced by the fateful day a simple, little green grass snake slithered into the Miller's home.When an honoured angel receives a secret mission to protect a baby Earth girl, he is given the heart of a man. Being chosen is a distinguished honour, but it means crossing over into the confines of four dimensions and into the Tempter's kingdom. It carries terrible dangers, restrictions and extreme temptations to indulge in the ways of the earth. Will he become part of the problem? The stakes are high and complete evil sets out to win the game whichever way possible. The end justifies the means. Ignorance hides the perpetrators and deceit denies their existence. And we are all part of the game—whether we like it or not. We are the prize and the pawns. One mistake could cost us everything.Thankfully, the battle is not ours and a power far greater than us already knows the outcome. But It is up to us to choose to fight on the winning side. Follow the clues, but reserve judgement. You could be an accidental hero.A riveting story of courage, redemption, love and friendship. Paradise Warrior is not for the faint hearted. Don't read it alone!

They say you can't fight city hall, but with the untimely death of Mayor Alvin Swanson, aka, "Big Al," the door of opportunity opened wide. As a small town mortician, Frank saw an opportunity to avenge the wide-spread corruption Big Al infused into every business deal. If his plan worked, he could take out all the crooked city council members as well. He could bring hope to the city.February is the month to celebrate dead presidents. Frank wanted to celebrate a few more presidents himself, especially the green, paper presidents of Jackson, Grant and Franklin.February was a slow month in the mortuary business. For Frank’s funeral home, February was deathly quiet, literally, that is, until the untimely demise of one of the more notorious, local dignitaries came to pass. Frank took special pleasure in the death of Al Swanson, the sixteen-term mayor of their community.Al was a tyrant. In a larger metropolitan area they might have politely called him an autocrat. In a third world country he would have been a dictator or even an iron-fisted, authoritarian despot. But in the small community of Bollinger Mills, Al was nothing but a mean-spirited, loud-mouth bully, a common street thug with strong connections and a weak conscience. Intimidation secured his repeated election victories (often running unopposed) to the office of mayor where his personal greed and unchecked corruption could be cloaked under the protective facade of "official city business."Al’s ego was as large as his physical stature. His imposing frame and excessive body weight, along with his obnoxious obsession for inflating his self-importance awarded him the nickname, “Big Al.”Big Al always got what he wanted. Always. Big Al forced his personal agenda through the city council with subtle personal threats and often outright, physical coercion with blatant suggestions of violence and bodily harm. When he said it was, “Don’t worry about it, it’s just business; nothing personal,” people knew it was personal and should take him seriously. They knew it was wise to obey his impulsive whims. People found it easier to comply with Big Al’s desires than to contradict what would be inevitable. To acquiesce was more pleasant than the alternative.