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The Adventures of "Not Vital" the Happy-Face Squirrel tells the stories of a delightful and obedient squirrel who faces many life challenges daily. Not Vital gets up each morning with the sole desire to explore all of life='s adventures with excitement full of close calls and acrobatics. Because of his positive attitude and his ability to listen to his elders and learn from them, he manages to skillfully overcome the most difficult situations as he accesses various solutions and always chooses the correct one to achieve his goals. He has a genuine love for family and friends, which makes him a role model and an outstanding citizen of River Bend near the levee. As he goes about his day helping others, he sees the worth of his family and their traditions and culture, which contributes greatly to their society as a whole and the part that they contribute. Not Vital learns to appreciate the cultural differences that all the inhabitants of the community bring, which they must embrace for peace and love to reign. Everyone has a story, and everyone is important to the community for it to thrive and survive. As the adventures unfold, the entire community begins to recognize that Not Vital is a very vital force.

What happens when a mischievous, curious, and adventurous girl causes disruption and mayhem? This book, the first in a series, explores answers to this question.

Matthew's life was normal. He finally got a break from school and homework (which he never did anyway)."My name is Matthew Edwards."Suddenly his life is transformed when he meets a treelike boy who sends him on a mysterious quest."Well, my name is Ouron Jackson."However, the young boy has been trapped as a tree for as long as time. Matthew runs into wild creatures and adventures as he tries to obtain the five mystical items the boy had requested."Welcome, my old friend," Ouron said bitterly.Matthew is faced with tribulations along the way while meeting new friends and enemies. During his quest, he meets a girl who catches his eye. She wore a smile that filled his heart with joy, and her hair was brown with blonde running down the tips. Her eyes were purple. But she's a vampire."My mother stepped forward and bit me on my arm. Now I am here. If I look at someone and press my eyes shut, I can erase someone's mind."Sea dragons, magical swords, and dream-stating take over Matthew's new "normal" life.He screamed wildly as he charged. Their weapons clanged together. Blue sparks flew from both. Matthew quickly looked and saw that some of the tree warriors climbed up to the black pulsing square in the sky.Matthew even faces Death, literally. Betrayal, love, and sacrifice are intertwined in this story. Can Matthew save the world and everyone he loves?

"What did you do in the war, Grandpa?" asked my eleven-year-old great-granddaughter one evening. In the time it took her to ask that one innocent question, my thoughts slipped back more than seventy years to the summer and fall of 1943 and to the airfields of East Anglia and into the death-laden skies over Nazi-occupied Europe. The Eighth Air Force''s rule was simple: "Complete twenty-five bombing missions, and you can go home." The problem was, the odds of completing those twenty-five missions was almost nil.In our B-17 Flying Fortress, my friends and I had to fight off Germany''s finest fighter pilots in their Messerschmitt''s and Focke-Wulf''s and fly through flak barrages so thick it looked, felt, and sounded like we were caught in the middle of a Texas tornado. We risked asphyxiation in the thin air at altitudes of twenty-five thousand feet or higher and endured temperatures so low that without the forty pounds of protective clothing covering us from head to toe, including electrically heated bunny suits, we would have frozen to death in a matter of minutes.That one simple question convinced me that it was time that my family learned what I had done and the price my friends and I had paid during our war against fascism and tyranny, a topic that I had never really spoken about before.

Telling our stories is a sharing of community, teaching, and healing as we all walk the same road of life. This is my story from the halcyon days of youth, a near-death experience, and events of synchronicity that changed my life and search for meaning. It''s an abstract of life''s wisdom lived and learned, covering the spectrum of our humanity, its conflicts, its joys, and the value of love, faith, and family, challenging us to question and reflect on what core values guide our lives and relationships to a healing process in remembering our essence of who we are!

As children, we searched for four-leaf clovers and carried a keychain with a rabbit's foot because we were told they were good luck. We were told not to cut the pole or step on a crack on the sidewalk. We put our teeth under our pillow so the Tooth Fairy would leave money. We collected Easter eggs from the Easter Bunny. We tried to stay awake in hopes of getting a glimpse of Santa Claus. We blew out candles and made a wish without questioning who we were making a wish to or who answers wishes. Instead of being told we were created in God's image, just below the angels and were given dominion over the earth, we were told after we die, we could be reincarnated and return as one of the very things we were given dominion over. These tales and exaggerations seem harmless because we mature and grow out of, but I want to address the deliberate and calculated lies and fallacies that are detrimental to our well-being and eternal soul. The pandemic is a word people are familiar with, but not its biblical synonym--pestilence. In addition, when God sends a famine, man will call it a food shortage, so you must learn to discern and observe with your insight and not your eyesight so you can walk by faith and not by sight. God sent plagues/pestilence for judgment, warning, and correction as a result of sin. In biblical days, the leader would hold a solemn assembly of fasting and praying, where they would repent and ask God for forgiveness. Many can't wait to get back to a "normal" that was spiritually abnormal to God. We live in a world where people are more interested in man's concepts than God's precepts, in predictions than prophecy, religion than a relationship, luck than blessings, staying a victim than becoming a victor, more concerned about the unvaccinated than the unsaved, religious tenets than God's commandments, in seminars than sermons, and rather warn us that Santa Claus is coming to town than Jesus is returning, talk about global warming than how cold we are to one another, and climate change than changing the climate of racial tension and discord. People think when we die, that's it. But there is what people call "Life after death," which I call "Life after flesh." Don't just plan for a future that's not promised, but for your eternity that is. Hopefully, my spiritual journey and insight covered in this book as well as my book, The Bible Will Be My Textbook, will help you discover the truth. Seek and you shall find and be set free. I hope in reading, you will experience a spiritual growth spurt as I have. Poetically yours, Raven M. Brown

Hoofprints on the Canadian is a book that is made up of several short stories about the life and times of African Americans in the West.Each story has its own hero and villain. The thing that ties them together is the attempt to showcase African Americans in a different light. The stories prove that the color of a man's skin will not tell you if he is good or bad. It also will not tell you if he is brave or heroic or if he is a sniffling coward.Several of the stories depict Black outlaws who take on the character of Robin Hood. These are men who strike a blow against society on behalf of the downtrodden. Several stories deal with love and expose it to be what it really is-something that drives men to the brink of insanity and yet they cry out for more. It also deals with the common man who is forced into the limelight simply because he is at the wrong place at the right time.Most of these stories are set in the Indian Territory, now the state of Oklahoma. They help to showcase the rich racial makeup of the state. The fact that all of these men are basically the same-some good and some bad.Hoofprints on the Canadian is a title that was conceived by the author at the tender age of twelve. It has traveled around the world, sometimes in print and other times in the dark recesses of his mind. At last, these stories will be brought to light for the world to share. To truly access these stories, all you have to do is simply follow the hoofprints left in the soft sand on the banks of the Canadian.

Arcana, the secrets and mysteries of a land remade by Angels of Light and Darkness, remains in the tales, tomes, and relics scattered through Erilan, a war-torn continent of once-great kingdoms. Seven hundred years ago, the War of the White Crown decimated the races Galadorian, Croe, Toran, Daiman, Ur, and Daemon, and much of their history was lost. Four unlikely heroes, with secrets of their own, set out to reclaim the forgotten lore and tokens of magic that hold the hope to oppose the dark and malevolent forces that are rising to overwhelm the land once again.Ronan, Hart, Ash, and Blackthorn begin their quest to unearth the arcana their ancestors brought to bear against evils that nearly destroyed the free folk of the kingdoms, but another seeks these tokens as well for his own ends. Ban, the necromancer, covets dominion over all of Erilan. He is the Sand King, ruler of Aegis, but even now, his influence in other kingdoms threatens to achieve his dark aims.First of a trilogy, Arcana begins the saga within an epic fantasy richly detailed in history, lore, and legend. Drakespawn and Daemon Glaive conclude the cycle of the Rings of Silver, set against the backdrop of a magical, mythical land.