Thursday, December 8, 2016

June's RV Adventures by June Foster

One thing I love about RV'ing is the opportunity to travel anywhere.
Not just a few hundred miles from where I live, but all over the US. And I don't have to return home to check on my house. Plus, I get to sleep in my own bed every night, no matter where we are.

One of our latest stops was at Chloride, Arizona. Chloride is a onetime silver mining camp in Mohave County. Since my next novel is set in a silver mining ghost town, this was the perfect place to do research. The entire time it seemed as if I was standing in the middle of my story greeting my characters. Sounds kind of kooky, I know.

Many of the old buildings dating back to the mid 1800's are open and available to visit. Then most every Saturday, there's a reenactment of a cowboy shootout at the reconstructed old-west village. Chloride claims to be a ghost town that never died as 352 people still live there today.
RV'ing? Not for everyone, but this nomadic author and her husband love it.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

@slipperywillie #YAParanoral #YASuspense #YAThriller "The Demons of Abadon-V1-Shadows and Light" FREE 11/7 until 11/11 on #Amazon! Grab it while you can!

Starting Monday November 7 and running until November 11 Larry Peterson's "The Demons of Abadon - Volume 1 - Shadows and Light" will be FREE on Amazon Kindle!!!!!!!

Helping Hands Press and Larry Peterson hope that you enjoy the story.

If you do take the time to read the story, please leave a review for the author on Amazon, Goodreads, the authors blog or website or here on the HHP blog. We would love your feedback! Thank you in advance!

Here is the Amazon Kindle link to the story and what it is all about:

Joey insisted he kept seeing and talking to his dad. He had told his brothers and sister and they thought he just did not understand Pops’ passing. But then Beeker and Joey went to stay with Charlie and Eleanor Winters for the summer. They lived on an old farm in the Abadon Forest . But so did the “Darkened”. They did not want Joey anywhere near the Abadon. Why? They feared his innocence.
The Peach kids were city kids and were used to the streets of the Bronx with the noises and smells and everyday hustle and bustle that was part of city life. When Pops died they were officially “orphaned” and Teddy,18, took over as head of the family. Plans had been made by Father Sullivan for the two youngest, Beeker and Joey, to stay with his friends, Charlie and Eleanor Winters, for the summer. Their first night there, a knock on the door introduces them to Jacob Lightfoot, a boy that no one knows anything about. They befriend Jacob and soon discover that his world is surrounded by darkness and evil. A girl named Lily constantly appears to help Jacob as the attacks on him increase. A hundred years have passed and it is time for The Great Festival of Torment to take place again. Unknown to anyone, Jacob is to be the Sacrificium Humani Agnus, (The Sacrificial Human Lamb), an offering honoring Satan. The Peach kids from the city are about to have a most memorable summer in the country.

@gridirongranny5 FREE! FREE! FREE on #Amazon 11/7 until 11/11 Patti J. Smith's #Crime #Thriller "Grave Obsessions-V1-Chiseled Heart"!

Starting Monday November 7 and running until November 11 Patti J. Smith's "Grave Obsessions - Volume 1 - Chiseled Heart" will be FREE on Amazon Kindle!!!!!!!

Helping Hands Press and Patti J. Smith hope that you enjoy the story.

If you do take the time to read the story, please leave a review for the author on Amazon, Goodreads, the authors blog or website or here on the HHP blog. We would love your feedback! Thank you in advance!

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He noticed a strong odor as he moved the curtains to look inside. A vile liquid surged up his throat and spilled out on the grass. He grabbed his cell phone and called 911.
Thus begins the case that unnerves the most seasoned veterans on the force. A witness interview leads Detective Dallas Keegan and her partner to evidence that puts the investigation into overdrive. HE IS NOT DONE. Her personal life unravels as she hunts down this demon while fighting her own.

November is "National Adoption Month"!!!!!!

November is "National Adoption Month"!

Here is the link to the Child Welfare Information Gateway:

Please click the link and go to the website for a host of information on adoption.

We will be highlighting a number of HHP authors during the course of the month that have books or stories that revolve around adoption as their theme.

Do you have an adoption story, comment,link to share or observation? Please leave it here in the comment section!

11/7 until 11/11 @SueBadeau "Roots and Wings at Loonstone Lake - V1 - Call of The Loons" is FREE on AMAZON!!!!!!

Starting Monday November 7 and running until November 11 Sue Badeau's "Roots and Wings at "Loonstone Lake" - Volume 1 - Call of The Loons" will be FREE on Amazon Kindle!!!!!!!

Helping Hands Press and Sue Badeau hope that you enjoy the story.

If you do take the time to read the story, please leave a review for the author on Amazon, Goodreads, the authors blog or website or here on the HHP blog. We would love your feedback! Thank you in advance!

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Louanne and Frank Hubert are two school teachers and almost empty-nesters getting ready to enjoy summer when an unexpected call from their past rocks their world. Will re-opening a long-neglected campground provide opportunities to realize new dreams? Or will mysteries from the campground’s past scuttle their plans before they can begin? A budding romance for the Hubert’s daughter provides help and hope for moving forward.

Be Prepared for Anything by June Foster@vjifoster

Here's a bit of advice. If you want to go RV'ing, be prepared for the unexpected. For the most part, living and traveling in an RV is fabulous—like being on a permanent vacation. Adventures abound. But—on occasion, there are unforeseen happenings. Like on our way to Yuma, Arizona.
Our tow car is an 02 Tracker, but it runs fine. We thought. As we trekked down I10 through New Mexico, a driver on the left furiously waved at us so my husband pulled over. Joe didn't see anything alarming, so we traveled on.

In about fifteen minutes, a loud sound alerted us—as if something was dragging behind. Joe put on the emergency blinkers, pulled over on the busy freeway, and darted back. -The right rear tired had shredded, and we had to get the car towed to the nearest town 30 miles up the road as unfortunately the spare needed repair.

Now we discovered defective shocks, and the poor Tracker made a trip to the mechanic, delaying us. Added to the repair bill was the cost of more tires.

The next day after we picked up the tow car, high winds in the area caused a bit of alarm as driving in wind can be risky in an RV sometimes. Then finally, we encountered another delay when I10 in our location was closed for three hours due to a semi overturning on the west bound lane, the direction we were traveling.

But I'm not complaining too much. Everything that happened was another opportunity to trust the Lord to get us where we needed to go—Yuma, Arizona. And we made it! Just a few days late.

Check out June's novel "Misty Hollow" on Amazon, available in ebook and paperback:

FIRST look at Chelsea and @SueBadeau cover for "Bubbles and Butterflies - A Calming Coloring Book"!

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

@gridirongranny5 "A Story of Courage and Love" for Adoption Awareness Month b Patti J. Smith

As a pro-life activist, I travel all over the country and meet some incredible people. Thanks to a trip to Dallas this past summer to the Pro-Life Women’s Conference, and a mix-up in hotel rooms and conference registrations, I was introduced to a new friend, who I affectionately call “The Other Patti Smith.”

November is Adoption Awareness Month, and I wanted to share Patti’s adoption story. A story of courage and love.

“Welcome to my world – and what a wonderful journey it’s been. I am so grateful for my life. It has been 59 years since joined my family of destiny. When I say a family of destiny, I mean that all of us have a family of origin, our biological family, and some of us have a family of destiny – that family that takes us in and although we are not biologically connected, we are indeed family in every other sense. So my family of destiny was my adopted mom and dad and my adopted older sister. I grew up San Pedro, the greatest little city in the world and graduated from San Pedro High, Class of 1973.
I learned that I was adopted when my older sister blurted it out during a sisterly argument, “Well, YOU'RE adopted!” I asked my folks if it were true, and they both said, “Yes.” They told me the stork delivered me to the hospital, and they picked me out. Not knowing where babies came from as I was only 6, I just thought everyone was adopted!

I grew up and finally learned where babies came from and what being adopted meant. I wanted to know more about my birth family. Did my birth mother ever think about me? Why did she put me up for adoption? Didn’t she love me enough to keep me? Was she forced to give me up? Did I look like her?

I often thought of my birth parents and my desire to meet my birth mother grew I had my own children. I wanted to SEE her, I wanted to thank her for the gift of life, and I had questions that needed answers! During the 50’s adoptions were closed. That means that any identifying information of the birth parents is not available, including family medical information.
I knew that I may have a long hard road to find my birth parents if I ever did. My adoptive mom was very helpful and provided me the legal documents that finalized my adoption. I saw just two pieces of information. A last name "Baby Longhenry" and the city where my birthmother was born - St. Paul, Minnesota. I prayed for days and then I thought – I should just call 411 – logical first step. I prayed and finally picked up the phone. I called 411 and obtained four numbers of Longhenry's. I called the first number and needed to go no further … the man that answered was my birthmother’s cousin, AND he was that ONLY relative that knew of the birth and adoption. He was the one my birthmother told! I was floored and knew that this was my gift, my miracle from God. He said he would call my birthmother for me right away. I waited, and after two days, my biological mother called me, and I heard her voice for the first time.
Her name was Dotti, and she was living in Spokane Washington. Unable to keep her secret (ME) any longer, she told her family about me and soon was on a plane to meet me. As we shared our lives, she told about the circumstances of my conception and birth. I expected to hear a tragic but romantic love story, but instead I heard the shocking news that she was a victim of rape and could not cope with keeping the child of a rapist, so she gave me up for adoption. My father never knew about me, and she never saw him again. She didn’t go to the police -- she was too ashamed. She never told anyone about the rape except her cousin in Minnesota - the one I called on the phone - with his promise not to tell a soul.

She found herself pregnant and alone. There are those would say a child conceived by rape is disposable, of little value, damaged goods, bad genes. In fact, many people who say they are pro-life except in cases of rape and incest. Many respected members of the Senate and Congress who say they are pro-life carry the same conditions along with some clergy. Praise God my mother didn’t believe in exceptions. She knew in her heart that I was precious to God and that my life had value. It did not matter to her how I was conceived; she only knew she was pregnant with an innocent child
I asked her about how she felt carrying me for nine months. Wasn’t I a constant reminder of what she suffered? Did she resent me? Did she consider aborting me? She said that she was traumatized by the rape, but if there was anything good that could have possibly come from it, it was me. She said when she found out she was pregnant; she knew she loved me. From that violent and traumatic event, she considered something wonderful happened – me! She wanted a healthy baby. She wanted a mother and a father for me, so she gave me to a family and trusted God that I would have a good life, and she always prayed that someday she could meet me. I had thought that I was a burden to her, something to “get rid of, give away.” How wrong I was and I had to face that I had not believed that every baby deserves a birthday. I believe it now. Do you?

Dotti died within two years of our meeting, but I am thankful for the time I was given to get to know that very special woman. I'm thankful that I was able to tell her what a brave, and loving thing she did for me and to tell her how very grateful I am for my life. Members of her family told me that Dotti was not the same after we met. She was at peace; she had more confidence and faith. She was able to finally see and touch me, and meet her grandchildren. Dotti was my miracle, and I was hers!

I can’t honor my birthmother without also honoring my adoptive parents. I don’t know whether they knew the circumstances of my birth, but if they did, they didn’t care. They had a healthy baby girl, and they loved me completely and unconditionally. I had the life every child should have, and my parents taught me by loving example. I think the most important thing they did for me was to bring me up in the church. I went to church every Sunday, including Sunday School. A foundation my mom and dad gave me that has carried me through life – faith in God. He is my strength, my refuge, and my life. I know that there is nothing impossible with God. These Christian values were of the utmost importance to my adoptive parents, and they instilled these values and Christian morals in me.
I thank God each day for the wonderful life I have had. I love to tell people about how much He treasures every life, no matter what the circumstances of conception. I am not my father, nor am I my mother. I am NOT the product of rape! I am me. I was created by a loving God, and my life is valuable. And so is the life of every baby conceived -- of infinite value and a priceless gift from God.”

Patti works as a sidewalk counselor and is involved with many pro-life organizations such as 40 Days for Life, Lutherans for Life, Savethe1, His Nesting Place and Horizon Pregnancy Clinic. Volunteering with these groups enlarges her world view on abortion and other life issues. She strives to do her part to promote LIFE and trusts God to do the rest.

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Thursday, October 20, 2016

An Introduction to "Horizon-Homeless" By Larry Peterson

Have you ever seen a homeless person and thought, Why don’t they just get a damn job? Did you stop and think that maybe they had a job and then, through no fault of their own, they lost it. Is it possible they tried as hard as they could but could not find another job? Did you consider that maybe there was an illness that altered their life? Maybe pain medications prescribed for an unwanted, debilitating injury turned them into a “victim addict”? Maybe they are a vet with a severe case of PTSD? Maybe it is certain type of mental illness? Do you know anything about that person you are looking at? We should remember that before people become homeless, they lived somewhere.

There are millions of people across this great land of ours that are pre-homeless. Please say hello to Bob and Tracey Slider and their son, Jake. They are a composite of so many American families that cover our land from ‘sea to shining sea’. They are among the millions of unnoticed, hardworking, Americans, locked into survival mode while trying their best to do the “right thing” every day. What happens when they are confronted with circumstances which place them on a road heading downward where the horizon up ahead turns homeless? Can they make the turn and begin heading uphill? What choices will they make? What will determine their success or failure?

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” Matt: 11:28

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

@SueBadeau "Book Signing, Coloring, Wine and Chocolate"

Book Signing, Coloring, Wine and Chocolate

Author and Illustrator Sue and Chelsea Badeau celebrated the local launch of their book, "Building Bridges of Hope: A Coloring Book for Adults Caring for Children Who Have Experienced Trauma" with a book-signing event at the Big Blue Marble Bookstore in their home neighborhood of Mt. Airy in Philadelphia on Friday night, October 14th. Joining them will be another local author, Latasha Goodman-Shears, author of: "Dear Wives: Side Chicks Are Winning."

The Big Blue Marble Bookstore, located at 551 Carpenter Lane in Philadelphia, likes to celebrate local authors and artists and has been honored in Philadelphia Magazine as one of the "Best of Philly" - the magazine says, "Like so much of Mount Airy, Big Blue Marble is well thought-out, community-oriented, and full of unexpected delights."

The Badeaus shared sample coloring pages, read excerpts from their book and encouraged participants to use the practical tools in their book as a way to both prevent stress as well as coping with stress or trauma in their lives. Goodman-Shears will lead a lively discussion on marriage. Throughout the evening, participants were offered wine, lemonade and chocolate goodies.

Thursday, October 6, 2016


I have a fairly wide taste in literature, but for the first time that I can remember I have begun to find an interest in biography. One of the books that I have discovered is Tom Segev’s “Simon Wiesenthal”, the life story of the famous Nazi hunter. I must confess though that what attracted me to the book was not only the subject matter but the price on sale of $2. My friends would knowingly say: you can take the Scot out of Scotland…etc. Anyway, I digress. One interesting anecdote in Wiesenthal’s memoirs is the war time story of when he was called to the bedside of a badly wounded SS soldier who had asked to see a Jew before he died. Somewhat puzzled, Wiesenthal listened to the man confess his involvement with the murder of some Ukrainian Jews in August of 1941. Wiesenthal was even more dumbfounded when the man explained that to die in peace he needed a Jew to forgive him. Wiesenthal’s response was to quietly listen to him, then walk away in silence. Later he heard that the soldier had died and bequeathed him his personal effects. The incident troubled Wiesenthal and he agonized over his decision. He even shared it with some acquaintances and celebrities, asking them: what would they have done.

There was a whole gamut of responses ranging from anger and vindictiveness to complete ignorance of how to respond at all to such a request. Some even doubted the veracity of whether the incident happened at all. Others who knew Wiesenthal well, accepted the matter at face value. One interesting response came from fellow Austrian, Franz Cardinal Konig. He explained that Jesus preached that there was no limit to forgiveness. But he deftly remarked that given the horrors that Jews like Wiesenthal had experienced, an explicit pardon would have been “…beyond our concept of the human.” The Cardinal went on to say that the dying soldier clearly believed in God, and Wiesenthal had listened to him and showed him sympathy. The soldier somehow felt accepted or he would never have bequeathed him his personal belongings.

In the “Voice of Aedistamen”, forgiveness is an important theme. In volume 7 of the story, one of characters is introduced who will eventually experience redemption through forgiveness. But the major thrust of the whole book is the faithfulness of the Ghaedesh-Mor, God in the world of Aedistamen, who forgives the unfaithfulness of his people, and brings about their deliverance as they rediscover Him in their time of cruel bondage.

Returning to Wiesenthal’s remorseful soldier, perhaps this young man had some remnant of nobility of spirit that led him to unburden his terrible crimes to a Jew, a representative of the nation he had persecuted. He had the opportunity no doubt to speak to a pastor or priest, but he wanted to do more. I can’t help thinking though, that he spoke to the wrong Jew—no offence intended against Simon Wiesenthal. There is another Jew who is simply beyond the concept of the human. Only He could address the sin done to others Jews; indeed, the sins of the whole world.</b>

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@vjifoster From My RV Window - The Downside of Traveling

It's always fun to get up in the morning and explore a location we've never visited before. But along with the excitement comes a not-so-pleasant side of RVing.

In some places, RV drivers don't have the best reputations, at least with truckers. We've encountered a few problems lately.
Recently when my husband made a right turn into the first lane of traffic, a truck driver in the left lane decided he didn't like the idea. He pulled in front of our RV in the right lane, almost clipping the front of our vehicle. It scared me to death!
But later that same day, another truck passed us and slowed down to a snail's pace right in front of us. When my husband started to pass, he sped up, as if playing cat and mouse. And of course we've had our share of the welcoming greeting drivers offer with their middle finger. But those drivers are in the minority.

A second down side of RVing is mother nature. In Coaldale, Colorado we ran into another challenge—a devastating forest fire that burned from 5000 to over 13,000 acres.

It was one of those gorgeous, sunny days you find in Colorado with a brilliant blue sky and little puffs of white clouds here and there. First thing I noticed as I worked on my computer was the lighting in the RV seemed to change. I looked out the window to an orange sky. After stepping outside, a smell I first identified as a campfire stung my nose and clogged my sinuses.
I walked around the RV to investigate. The sun had turned a blood red, like in the book of Revelation, and plumes of smoke billowed into the sky over the mountains five miles away. Thankfully we left the next day but our prayers are still with the local residents who had to evacuate their homes.

But just so you won't think I'm complaining, I love traveling in our RV. Another adventure is to come soon.

Have you taken a look at June's novel "Misty Hollow"? Read the sample her on the HHP blog or on Amazon! Here is the Amazon link for the ebook and paperback: