Book Review – Our Justice by John W. Howell

A great review of John W. Howell’s book “Our Justice”.

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Our JusticeGoodreads Synopsis:

The terrorist leader and financier Matt Jacobs has figured out a way to eliminate the President. He believes he has come up with the ultimate weapon and needs help in getting close enough to the president to use it. He is relying on John Cannon’s stature as a hero to help him carry it off by providing the entry into the Oval Office. When confronted by Matt, John finds himself walking the fine line of pretending to help Matt while trying to figure out a countermeasure to the plan.

The action begins with John fearing for his life. John is forced to run from his house to avoid a killer. Clearly, whoever is trying to get him has a mission to accomplish, and the elimination of John is at the top of the to-do list. One survival does not a story make and the quest to thrive takes John…

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Led astray?

Another delightful story by Jim and Tallis.

Tallis Steelyard

dancing class

If you listened to the gossip whispered behind fluttering fans, you’d be convinced that Yale Belom was a philanderer of some standing. Yet between ourselves, a more loyal family man never drew breath. Yes he had his weakness, but his was more that he tended to say what seemed good at the time.

He had at one point described himself as a poet. The cruel might say that it was a stage he was going through; but I think that would be too unkind. To declare yourself a poet is to lay claim to an honourable estate. I almost remember one of his poems. It was short and called ‘The Artisan’s Lament.’ With the passing of years all I can remember is that he managed to produce a complex internal rhyming scheme which rhymed ballcock, stopcock, buttock, pillock and instruct, in a poem barely two lines long. I know at…

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A display of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields artwork.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

“Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.”

~~Henry Ward Beecher

Last November I was asked by an LA Talk radio host, Jim Christina which I preferred–writing or painting. I had to think about it for a moment for I consider both of them to be facets of creating art. With one I paint pictures with words, the other with pencil and paint.

To listen to the interview which I enjoyed so much click HERE

My next book will be out sometime next year and will be the companion to the HAVAH GITTERMAN SAGA, filled with illustrations and captions for those who’d rather look at the pictures. 😉 Of course, my preference is that one would enjoy reading the novels first.

In any event, this month marks a milestone for me. Nineteen pieces of my artwork, some illustrations for the upcoming…

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Well…. the struggle continues.

Kawanee’s update

Kawanee's Korner

I filled my happy pill prescription, took my first one last night. And less than 30 minutes after that, my doorbell rang. Someone asked if I had a black and white cat…. my son put him outside because the little female we have is in heat and they were crying at each other through closed doors.

You guessed it… Tux got hit by a car and died last night. I’m telling you, I’m tired of this BS. I’m getting mad…  Life needs to find someone else to pick on, I’m done. Soooooo freaking done! I feel like my life is an awful country song.

Worst of all is I told my son, he’s a black and white cat. I don’t want him outside, especially at night, he’s too hard to see and mentioned that I was worried about him getting hit.

At least someone came to let me know before…

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