Monday, November 24, 2014

Ready-Made Pile Of Manufactured Grief

Writing last week’s post about being cold, reminded me of a car my wife and I once had. I should point out that we haven’t always had the best of luck when it comes to vehicles. And this particular vehicle, a Pontiac 6000, was exceptionally problematic.

There’s an old saying that goes, “If it don’t come easy, let it go.” We should’ve heeded this warning. Just buying the car was a chore in and of itself. It took the better part of a month due numerous delays from everything imaginable, from the dealership to the bank. But we were persistent because it was such a good deal—or so we thought.

We paid $3,500 for the four-year-old car with relatively few miles on it. But that, as we discovered, was just the initial buy-in fee. And what we bought into was a classic money pit. This car was a lemon of the sourest variety—and a very expensive one at that.

From the moment we drove off the lot, the car began having problems. Some were small and rather insignificant, others were major. The cost of the car immediately began to skyrocket. In the four years we owned the vehicle, we replaced nearly everything that could be replaced; alternator, regulator, power steering pump, injectors, air conditioner, master cylinders, wheel cylinders, wheel bearings, the list goes on and on—and on. We also had to do major repairs to the transmission and engine, multiple times.

I used to spend practically every weekend working on that car, fixing something, and then hoping it would run for another week. Usually, it didn’t. Yes, this vehicle was the source of much frustration; exasperating is what it was.

But perhaps the most annoying feature was the car had no heater—and we lived in Wyoming and then Wisconsin. In case you aren’t aware, it gets down right cold in both of those states. Neither are the place to be in the winter with no heater in the car.

I guess I should clarify what I mean by no heater. When the outside temperature is -25 degrees or colder, and the car is blowing out air at 0 degrees, technically, that would be a heater. But that is a rather meaningless, and ultimately useless, technicality.

Of course, I tried to fix it. I bought several new thermostats, flushed the cooling system several times, replaced the radiator (twice), and installed a new water pump as well as a new heater core. Nothing made a difference. We finally decided that as long as we had that car we were going to freeze in the winter.

Once we were finally able to trade it off, just for fun, I compiled a list of all the parts I’d replaced or repaired, and then listed the price. Adding it up, I found the total was over $10,000! Our $3,500 car had cost us $13,500. No, that didn’t include regular maintenance items like tires and brakes.

After this aggravating experience, I decided I was through buying used cars and our next vehicle purchase was a brand new pickup—a pickup that lasted exactly eleven days before the ignition broke. Like I said, we’ve not always had the best of luck when it comes to cars.

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

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Monday, November 17, 2014

Too Cold At Home

I’m seriously concerned about my wife. I’m afraid she is losing it. Now, that might be nothing new, after all, she did marry me, so her judgment may have never been that sound. But in this specific instance I’m referring to the frigid weather that most of the country is currently experiencing. She was quite happy at the prospect of an early winter and looking forward to the snow. Actually excited at the thought. Giddy almost.

As for me, I could most certainly do without the cold and the snow. Or, winter in general for that matter. Why? Because I don’t like the cold. What’s wrong with summer?

With the early Artic blast, my wife and I have already had a couple of heated discussions regarding the weather this year. These discussions typically leave me out in the cold—or inside in the cold since our house is usually not the warmest place on Earth. As I’ve mentioned before, we have to be the only house in the state that routinely runs the air conditioner in December! And it’s not like we live in Hawaii or Florida. You can see why I’m concerned about her state of mind.

While writing this post, I took a gander at the thermometer and it is a whopping five degrees outside. I know, five degrees isn’t really all that cold compared to the temperature elsewhere. But where I live, it’s cold. (My wife’s opinion not withstanding).

Yes, I have felt colder temperatures. Much colder. Many times. Forty below and worse, and I’m not talking wind-chill. However, that little fact doesn’t make the five degrees feel any warmer. It is still cold. Too cold.

I am aware that technically, there is no such thing as cold. Cold is merely the absence of heat. Scientifically that is true, but no one has ever explained that to my toes. They are simply cold. As is the rest of me. I could definitely use a little global warming right now.

But my wife, she loves it. She claims it’s due to being form the Northland. I’m afraid the real reason is her brain cells are slowly disappearing. I mean what else could explain why, as a grown woman, she wants to be outside playing in the snow—and wondering why I have no desire to join her. The reason is simple; because I’m COLD!

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

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Monday, November 10, 2014

Monkey Business

What do truck drivers do on a long weekend? Take a road trip, of course. At least that’s what I seem to do. Quite often, actually.

This past weekend, a three-day weekend, my wife and I went to visit our son in Idaho. We took along one of our daughters and her one-year-old son. I’d forgotten how much fun it can be to travel with a baby. And I don’t mean that facetiously. It brought back a lot of memories from when my kids were little.

This wasn’t an activity filled vacation but we did make a visit to the zoo—for the grandkid. Now, as far as I’m concerned, the only reason to go to the zoo in the first place is the monkeys. If the monkey’s shenanigans are in full swing, I could spend the entire time just watching them. In fact, I’d be perfectly happy to let everyone else make the rounds to see the rest of the animals and come back to let me know when they’re done.

On this particular visit, I was lucky. There was one monkey who seemed to take an interest in me and we had quite the conversation going—sort of, the monkey didn’t do a whole lot of talking. But he did respond when I talked. When I told him he should move from the back of the cage to the front, he actually did. And then, he stayed there for a while staring back at us, making faces. Really! I’d ask him questions and he’s respond with some facial contortion. When I asked if he was lonely in the cage all by himself, he hung his head and covered his face with his hands.

As a kid, I always wanted a monkey of my own—my own little home-entertainment system. As you can imagine, my parents were not thrilled with the idea. And no, I never got one.

I did know a guy once who owned several monkeys and he swore they make the best pets. According to him, they enjoy clowning around, are fond of playing tricks, and respond well to human interaction. Just what I need! He also said they learn things pretty fast. So that got me to thinking; maybe now that I’m an adult, I should get a monkey—for the grandkids, of course. I could teach him tricks, maybe teach him sign language so he could talk, or on a more intellectual level, how to play chess. And if I could train him to drive my truck, that would be awesome!

I can hear my wife having a heart attack as she reads this. Do you suppose if I taught the monkey to do housework, she’d be okay with it? Probably not.

Okay, truth be told, I don’t actually think having a pet monkey would be all that great. I’m sure their antics would quickly become annoying and I know they are not exactly the cleanest creatures in the world. Besides, I no longer need a monkey, I have grandkids!


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com
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Sunday, November 2, 2014

No Age Requirement

Who would put a sixteen-year-old in charge of a freight crew? The answer is my boss—when I was sixteen. At the time, I didn’t think much about it, just took the keys to the grocery store, showed up at 4:00 a.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and saw to it everyone did their job. But later in life, I started to question the sanity of my boss at the time.

We had a crew of five, counting me. All of the others were older than I was and probably much more qualified. While I was a fairly responsible and dependable person, at sixteen, I obviously wasn’t mature. Evidently, my boss didn’t think that mattered.

Even stranger, was that none of the crew had a problem with my age. We all got along and each of them followed directions without complaint or question. The freight got unloaded off the truck, put on the shelves, the shelves faced, and everything cleaned up—and on time. I doubt it had anything to do with me, I think they just made me look good.

Then, as good things usually do, that all came to an end. One of the crew quit his job and the boss hired a new guy. For some reason, this new guy didn’t think much of me. He wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t follow directions, and pretty much didn’t want to work. And, he repeatedly let it be known that he wasn’t going to be bossed around by a teenager.

I didn’t argue, or yell at him. Didn’t try to force him to do anything, which meant I usually ended up doing his work and mine. (A great experience for a few years later when I managed a fast food restaurant). This went on for a month or so—until the boss showed up early one morning and hid out in his office, watching and listening.

When the new guy started mouthing off, the boss made his presence known—by calling me into the office. Apparently, someone (the crew would never admit which of them) had tipped him off about the attitude of the employee, which is why he’d come in early. He then wanted to know why I hadn’t said anything. I told him I figured that’s why he had me there—so he didn’t have to put up with difficult employees. I saw it as my problem and not his.

After informing me that if I faced similar behavior in the future I should let him know, the boss grabbed an envelope from his desk and went to find the disgruntled worker. Handing the guy the envelope, he said, “You’re right. You don’t have to listen to a teenager.”

Yep, the guy got fired. But me, I got a raise!

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

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Monday, October 27, 2014

School Band

When I started at a new school in the 6th grade, I was excited to learn they had a band class. I played the trumpet and had always thought band would be fun but my old school hadn’t offered that.

I met the band teacher who said he’d be happy to have me join the class but there was a catch. Band started in 5th grade and even though I was in 6th grade, I would have to be in the 5th grade band. Nevermind that I already knew how to play the trumpet—I played in church every week. But, I played by ear and they had some strange notion that I needed to learn to read music.

I didn’t like the idea of being a grade behind in anything, and said so. The teacher assured me I’d have the opportunity to move to the 6th grade band later in the year.

Everything was fine for a while, until the band teacher figured out that after several months, I still didn’t know much about reading music. I’d faked it up until that point. It wasn’t hard to do; anytime we were given a new piece of music, the teacher would play it to show us what the notes on the paper were telling us to do. That was enough for me, I played by ear so when it was my turn to play, I just replicated what he had done.

Then, one day, after distributing our latest sheet music, the teacher said, “And Bruce is going to demonstrate the trumpet part for us.”

“Oh, no he isn’t,” I said. I couldn’t. I hadn’t really paid attention to all that nonsense about reading music. And since I hadn’t heard it, I had no clue what it was supposed to sound like.

Apparently, he’d known this for quite awhile—when I played, he could see my eyes were not moving to follow the notes. What’s more, he’d been marking me down for it, he said. Of course, he used the occasion to stress the importance of reading music.

My opinion was, why would I want to be tied to what was printed on paper? What if I needed to improvise? What if I wanted to play my own style? The teacher, he didn’t like my arguments. But, I was stubborn and still didn’t bother to learn to read music. It sort of became an on-going dispute between us. I’m not sure either of us was convinced by the other’s opinion.

Then came the concert. Another student and I were chosen to play a duet. It would be just the two trumpets, no band to help us out. I was to play the lead and he would be the backup. We practiced at school and everything sounded great. But when the night arrived, the other guy didn’t show up.

I figured the teacher would cancel the piece—after all, I’d already played one solo. No one wanted to hear me play twice, I thought. But no, he told me to just play my part—by myself.

Well, I thought that would sound pretty lame, with lots of dead space where the other trumpet should come in. But, it was an easy fix. I just played both parts. Now, obviously, I couldn’t play the harmony—I only have one mouth. But I did most of my part and a lot of the other guy’s. I guess you could say, I improvised.


The audience had no clue; they just thought it was another trumpet solo. The kids in the band were impressed though. And the band teacher? Well, I guess he didn’t want to admit that playing by ear had its advantages, ‘cause he never said a word. But the next week, I was graduated to the 6th grade band!

Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Illegally Parked

You learn a lot of interesting things by reading through the law. The law in my state is known as the Oregon Revised Statutes. I like to peruse these occasionally, sometimes simply out of curiosity, other times because someone, or some event, has compelled me to see what the law actually says.

Recently, I had the occasion to check the exact wording of the law regulating parking in my state. Specifically, parking on the shoulder of a road. I thought I knew what it said, but it’s always best to be sure when you plan on standing up to an individual who believes they own and control the public streets. My town seems to have more than its fair share of these people.

After reading through the entire section, it was clear that the law was as I’d thought; just because someone may not like where a car is parked, if it’s not illegally parked they can’t have it towed. What constitutes being parked illegally is spelled out in the law and not a matter of opinion. This all should be a foregone conclusion, I know, but like I said, I needed to be sure.

I was also quite intrigued by what else I discovered. In Oregon, as in many states, no vehicle can be parked within 50 feet of a traffic light or stop sign. This was interesting to me because the police in my neighborhood like to pull alongside the curb, sometimes within ten feet of the stop sign, waiting on unsuspecting motorists.

There are exemptions to this statute and I figured the police would be included in them. I was wrong. Police cars are not exempt—unless they are responding to an accident or other emergency. Cool, I thought. I’m getting my camera ready. I have a feeling the city isn’t going to like me soon.

But then, I found something even better. One of the exemptions listed is “commercial vehicles engaged in any activity associated in the collection of solid waste.” Hey! That’s me! For those who may not know, “solid waste” is the sanitary term for garbage.


So, in effect, what I’ve learned is, once the cops stop their illegal parking activities, I’ll have a new place to park my semi if I need to stop at home for anything!
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Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com
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Monday, October 13, 2014

Bridge Work

How long does it take to build two bridges? Would you believe five and a half years and counting? Seriously! These are not huge expansive bridges either, just normal freeway bridges, one for each direction of travel. They are less than an eighth of a mile long and flat. And still, it’s been five and half years. That’s a long time. I had no grandchildren when they started and I now have five.

People tell me these things take time; a bridge can’t be built overnight. I agree, but I also remember that after the earthquake in San Francisco in 1989, they rebuilt multiple double deck freeway bridges, long ones, in just over a year. That project, I believe, was far more complex than two small bridges. So, while bridge building does take time, more than five years is way too much, in my never to be humble opinion.

It has meant five and a half years of slowing down to 50 mph. Five and a half years of waiting behind traffic that inevitably backs up, especially on weekends or holidays. And, five and a half years of playing “Guess which lane is open today.” This may not sound like much but, as a truck driver, I go through this construction site four times every day. So, for me, it gets a little annoying.

But, at last, the bridges are done! Actually, they have been open for a few months now, while all the “extras” are being completed. The finishing touches. So, we’re still enjoying that bane of every traveler—road construction. The good news is, as of last Friday, it appears everything is now complete. The traffic signs are up, lane striping is done, guardrails are installed, and the sides of the road have been landscaped. The only thing left is to take down the construction zone signs. I suppose they’ll get that taken care of eventually—just in time to put them up again. After five and a half years, it’s probably time for road repairs!




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Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

Monday, October 6, 2014

Food For Thought

I’m not a health nut. Definitely not. I like food; junk food, real food, pre-cooked, home cooked, doesn’t matter. I don’t base my eating habits on what other people think I should eat. I eat what tastes good to me. I’m of the opinion it’s unhealthy to eat only “health food.” Although, I do like some “health food.” But isn’t all food healthy? Sure, some might be more nutritious than others, but to me, food is food.

Recently, I saw an article that claimed, after reading this report; you’ll never eat anything unhealthy again. That did grab my attention but not the way they’d intended, I’m sure. What I was wondering is just who decides what is healthy? Over the years, there have been numerous conflicting studies and published reports—even the “experts” don’t seem to agree.

I did read the report just because I’m stubborn. I doubted they would change my mind about my eating habits, after all, I still eat margarine. In fact, I prefer margarine. And, I still drink pop, still enjoy fast food, and still eat what tastes good. But just for laughs, I wanted to see what the article had to say.

Among the ridiculous claims was that it would be better to eat nothing, rather than pre-packaged food from the supermarket. Really? I’m pretty sure I’d die a lot faster from starvation than whatever “bad” stuff is in the pre-packaged food. And of course, they didn’t think I should eat fast food either—or junk food. In addition, they listed steak, milk, lettuce, butter (good thing I like margarine), bacon, and cheese, among others, as foods to avoid. If these foods are really that bad then I guess we’re all doomed.

So, what did the “enlightened” authors say we should eat? Well, they didn’t. Apparently, they were more concerned with what not to eat. They conveniently stopped short of making any recommendations. Probably smart on their part. Their suggestions can’t later be discredited; when someone comes along with a new study claiming those foods are unhealthy.

As for the statement, after reading this report, you’ll never eat anything unhealthy again—uh, sure.

Okay, to be fair, the article did make a few good points. I’d like to list those but just don’t have the time because well, I’m hungry. And the pizza’s almost done.


Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com

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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Shattered Daydreams by Nonnie Jules

Once more I'd like to welcome Nonnie Jules as my guest. Nonnie is an author and the President of Rave Reviews Book Club. I'm happy to host her on this latest blog tour. Take it away, Nonnie!


Hi and welcome to Day 5 day of my SHATTERED DAYDREAMS Blog Tour!

Before I get started, let me give you a little background on me first. My most important job is being a Mom! It is the hardest and yet the most rewarding job one could ever hope to have. (Men, so sorry you will never get to experience what I’m talking about). After having produced two of the most special daughters in all the land, I knew that I would somehow become an advisor to other parents, so becoming an author of Parenting Guides, was almost a given. That was my niche but I also wanted to tell another kind of story. It was still going to be about children, but it would have a darker side to it, while still conveying a message that I wanted to bring attention to.

In November, 2013, I published my debut novel “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND.” Now, I know most of the novels you probably read are romance and fantasy, light, airy tales, but this one was going to take you to a place that some of you had never been, and unfortunately, some of you have. This story was going to pull you down before it brought you up. It intentionally was meant to make you cry before it made you smile.

We all have a purpose here on earth, even child molesters, murderers and the other monsters who offer nothing but horrid havoc to our society. And although I don’t know for sure WHAT their purpose could possibly be, it is my belief that GOD makes no mistakes, so in my mind, they are here to teach us lessons…to keep us on our toes, to remind us to be more mindful of our children and loved ones.
The mother in DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND, missed the mark on all of the above counts. She was truly one sad excuse for a parent. Actually, I count her among those monsters mentioned, and from this point on, you have my permission to refer to her as anything other than a MOTHER.

Below is an EXCERPT from the book which shows the signs of a young girl who thought that her only escape from the abuse she was suffering was to commit a most violent act. She knows that her mom will not serve as her protector, but instead, as yet another, perpetuating the abuse she has experienced. This is what happens when our children, good children, unprotected and alone, are forced into the darkest of corners. They see no other way out of the darkness, so they feel forced to create their own light. Take a peek:

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you..."

Someone was speaking those words yet all Maiya heard were sounds as if she was watching a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving movie. But in that moment, Maiya was very aware of two things: this was no movie and there would be no laughter coming from Snoopy.

Once the officer had Maiya on her feet, he led her out of the bedroom thru her crowd of siblings who were all either screaming uncontrollably or hurling insults in her direction. The other officer was still trying to restrain her mother.

"Why did you do that, Maiya?" asked her brother, Sean.

"What is wrong with you?!" yelled her other brother, Anthony.

And as she was led thru and stepped out of the back door of the house, her younger sister, Priscilla, threw dirt in her face and yelled, "I hate you, you dirty pig!"

Maiya, shocked and hurt by the verbal and physical assaults, never broke her stride as she was placed into the back of the police car. Thru the haze of sand still in her eyes, she could make out the mob of neighbors all standing, trying to get a glimpse of her from behind the bars in the police car. Hands still locked behind her back, she laid her head against the seat with her eyes closed and burning from the sand, but in her mind she could still see the flashing lights...

I thank you so much for having me today. I ask that you follow each leg of my tour (click HERE for the line-up) as each day I will offer a bit more insight into the lives of children who are abused, as well as the mothers who sit back and allow it to happen, or are the culprits themselves. I will also share excerpts from the book for your reading pleasure. Ladies and Gents, this week, you're invited to partake of SHATTERED DAYDREAMS, as shared through the eyes of my main character, Maiya James.

If the EXCERPT above peeked your curiosity for more, please pick up your very own copy of "DAYDREAM'S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE'S FRIEND." The content inside is enough to put you on the right track if you even remotely resemble (God forbid), this kind of mother. But if you're just in the mood for a really good read, I guarantee, you won't go wrong with this one!
From this day forward, let's do our best to ensure that all the Maiya's of the world are taken care of, loved and protected. Thanks, Bruce for having me! I can't visit here often enough but that's only because you always make me feel so welcome. Guests, please share your comments below.










AUTHOR BIO:

Nonnie Jules is the mother of two beautifully kind daughters, who along with the help of her husband, have turned out to be two of the greatest assets to this world. THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS is her first published piece of work and two weeks after publication, it hit Amazon’s Top 100 list, where it reached the #7 mark. With all the violence which is being exhibited by some children today, it is her vision and goal to get THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…into the hands of everyone who breathes around a child. She feels the only way we can make this happen, is if we are all working from a common blueprint. Ms. Jules strongly believes that every opportunity we are given with a child, should be a teaching one for us and a learning one for them.

So far, Nonnie has authored two other books: a novel which she released in November of 2013, entitled “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” and “SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS!” where she shares her no-holds-barred style of teaching us all about support and social media. Her second parenting guide {THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO BULLY-PROOF KIDS} is due for release the beginning of January, 2015 and the sequel to her debut novel, DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, shortly after. (Both have been delayed due to her extensive workload with Rave Reviews Book Club).

She is a fan of the well-written word, and so along with 3 partners, she started 4WillsPublishing Co. in November, 2013 to assist other writers in putting out their best work ever. By December, 2013, she had founded the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB where in less than a year, the membership has rapidly grown to well over 500. If you’re not a member yet, this is your personal invitation to JOIN US!

As you can see, she is an Author on the move and if you’re interested in keeping up with her, here is her contact info:

Twitter: @nonniejules
Facebook: Nonnie Jules, Author

Blogs/Websites:






Sunday, September 28, 2014

Road Block

A mile or so from my house, between the freeway and the road, is a small pull off. The graveled area in the evergreen bushes is used by a lot of people. The location is well situated for farmers to sell fruit and vegetables, and others to vend various products. Motor homes, pickups with campers, and trucks occasionally use it as well as it’s a convenient place to get off the road and out of the way.

This pull off has been there over forty years that I know of —until last week. The city brought in a load of small boulders and blocked off the area. Why? Well, obviously, they can’t have anybody making money, not without paying for a business license and other associated costs or, the city not collecting their fee for a sign permit. Seriously, in my town they’re ridiculously obstinate about sign permits. The police will come and take your yard sale signs, because the city didn’t get their cut. And those ingenious folks who use their parked car to advertise a yard sale can receive a ticket. Makes having a yard sale rather unprofitable.

It’s not just my city either. Apparently, there’s some unwritten law that restricts making money—unless you do it by the approved method of working a conventional job. And, in many cases, you can only have one of those—no moonlighting. Anytime anyone comes up with a legal method of augmenting their income, the city, county, state, or other government entity finds a way to intervene. Just look at how children’s lemonade stands are treated these days.

They’ll tax, regulate, pass laws, or even file a lawsuit to stifle, deter, and discourage private entrepreneurship. Sometimes they just put rocks in the road. How rude!


But, there’s a silver lining behind every cloud, right? In this case, blocking access to the pull off means the cops can’t back in there and hide anymore! Hmm... maybe they should block off a few more places!
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Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and paperback on iTunes, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Diesel Books, and Smashwords, or at www.bruceabordersbooks.weebly.com. Amazon Profile - http://www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club http://ravereviewsbynonniejules.wordpress.com



Thursday, September 25, 2014

Better Parenting, Better Kids

I am happy to welcome my friend and fellow author Nonnie Jules back as a guest. Nonnie is the President of Rave Reviews Book Club and the owner of 4WillsPublishing.


Hello, and welcome to the 5th day of my BETTER PARENTING, BETTER KIDS Blog Tour! I'm so happy to be here today with my friend Bruce and all his guests! What a wonderful crowd you all are!
Today I will be answering a question which I was asked a year ago from an interviewer, and it involves the writing process. I hope that someone can take something from this message:

Q. What advice would you give anyone who wishes to write a book which is to help and guide other people?
A. When you’re writing a book that is meant to help and guide others, my advice would be to really know what you’re talking about before you put something out there. Do your research, as much as possible so that the methods you are presenting are tried and true. I didn’t have to research much for "THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS, 100 Tips On Raising Daughters Everyone Can't Help But Love!"… because I lived the book. I taught every tip in the book, and those are the kinds of books I generally like to read, when there's advice being shared because of situations that the author has lived, and experienced themselves. Not saying that this is a bad thing, but when authors are giving advice on a subject such as parenting, I personally would not receive that information well if it were to come from someone who wasn’t a parent. That’s just my two-cents. Now my debut novel which I released in November of 2013, {DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND} is a work of fiction and I had to do tons of research. But, even in that, I wanted to be extremely thorough with the details of the book and the city that it’s set out of, so I visited that city many, many times just so that I would appear to have some knowledge of what I was sharing, even though it was all fictitious.
That's my writing tip for the day. I hope it has helped you in some way inject a bit more love and passion into your own writing as that is truly what makes our writing great.
Make it a great day, people. The choice is always yours.
Thanks again, Bruce!
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Do the world a favor and pick up your copy of "THE GOOD MOMMIE'S GUIDE TO RAISING ALMOST (PERFECT) DAUGHTERS." If your kids are grown and gone, gift it to them for their kids. If you don't have kids, gift it to the young mom next door or down the hall who could use the wisdom between the covers of this life-changing little book. And, if you're just in the mood for a really good read, I can guarantee, this one is a joy!
Thanks so much for stopping by. LET'S CHANGE THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT AND MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE!











AUTHOR BIO:

Nonnie Jules is the mother of two beautifully kind daughters, who along with the help of her husband, have turned out to be two of the greatest assets to this world. THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO RAISING (ALMOST) PERFECT DAUGHTERS is her first published piece of work and two weeks after publication, it hit Amazon’s Top 100 list, where it reached the #7 mark. With all the violence which is being exhibited by some children today, it is her vision and goal to get THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE…into the hands of everyone who breathes around a child. She feels the only way we can make this happen, is if we are all working from a common blueprint. Ms. Jules strongly believes that every opportunity we are given with a child, should be a teaching one for us and a learning one for them.

So far, Nonnie has authored two other books: a novel which she released in November of 2013, entitled “DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, NIGHTMARE’S FRIEND” and “SUGARCOATIN’ IS FOR CANDY & PACIFYIN’ IS FOR KIDS!” where she shares her no-holds-barred style of teaching us all about support and social media. Her second parenting guide {THE GOOD MOMMIES’ GUIDE TO BULLY-PROOF KIDS} is due for release the beginning of January, 2015 and the sequel to her debut novel, DAYDREAM’S DAUGHTER, shortly after. (Both have been delayed due to her extensive workload with RRBC).

She is a fan of the well-written word, and so along with 3 partners, she started 4WillsPublishing Co. in November, 2013 to assist other writers in putting out their best work ever. By December, 2013, she had founded the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB where in less than a year, the membership has rapidly grown to well over 500. If you’re not a member yet, this is your personal invitation to JOIN US!

As you can see, she is an Author on the move and if you’re interested in keeping up with her, here is her contact info (and a good pair of running shoes would help as well):

Twitter: @nonniejules
Facebook: Nonnie Jules, Author

Blogs/Websites: