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Friends Are Like Rainbows help children understand that it doesn't matter what color, size or shape someone is. Anyone can be a good friend, given the chance-even someone who is very different from what a child may know. What's more, good friends, like rainbows, can appear at unexpected times and unusual places and can bring great beauty into our lives. Comparing friendship and rainbows, this children's poem helps young readers understand that friends can come in any shape, size, or color. You can have friends who are tall, short, and small. Having different kinds of friends makes your heart joyous overall. It's great to see colorful rainbows show up above the ground. They capture your imagination when nobody's around.

A kitchen crew in a small town nursing home. Interwoven sound bite stories of the residents, workers and townies.

This book is a testimony and self disclosure of my life growing up in a poor dysfunctional alcoholic household. By 1997 I was convinced that I was a victim of the disease of addiction and came to recognize where my addiction had taken me. I was then facing 3-6 years of incarceration because of my addiction and possession of a controlled substance. Treatment has worked for me because I was afforded the opportunity to look at self and how low my self esteem was. In addition my addiction left me with the major feelings of fear: Fear of failure, fair or success and ultimately fear of failure to succeed. But I confronted fear it the face and showed tear that I will be the dynamic person God has destined me to be. It is the hoped that those struggling with the disease of addiction may learn and find something in this chronicle of events to help them taste the flavor of recovery. Believe me the battle is ongoing and Spirituality plays an integral part in the recovery from this fatal disease. I thank my God of my understanding for his wonderful work in my life.

I spent summers with my grandparents. As they raised all their own vegetables and strawberries, we would spend our mornings harvesting and our afternoons cooking. We had simple, delicious meals with fresh vegetables and meat and a nice dessert before bedtime. My early memories involve my mom's brothers, and our family gathering every week at Grandma and Grandpa's house on Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. for our coffee. There was always a homemade treat-cookies or cakes or a gooey dessert. We would spend about hour catching up with the week's news and then slowly wander off to do our errands.