Kenneth Drake
Born and raised in the San Luis Valley in Colorado, I was used to my imagination being in the clouds at 8,500 feet up. It was easy to get caught daydreaming with such a beautiful place to live in. I was blessed with three beautiful daughters, so school always played a big part in what we did. My first book, Prisoners in Time. An Amy Jones Adventure came about when my oldest daughter decided to break the mold for traditional science fair projects and create a video where she goes back in time to meet the inventor of plastics.
As the scenes progressed, we built a cardboard "Time Machine" complete with Christmas tree lights, controls, and a seat. She got an A+. Later my youngest daughter asked for the time machine to come to her classroom for a show and tell. She spent an hour telling me about the adventures she and her friends had in the cardboard box but that was what I needed to start writing.
This new book was inspired by a photo of a rose lying on a log that is resting on a beach off the coast of Washington State. I Love's Unexpected Bloom was born from that photo. I feel so very blessed to join the ranks of authors before me and to know that people will be able to escape into a world where a seemingly normal woman can turn bad for money. I will continue to write now that I have this wonderful platform to share them on. This book is also available on Draft2Digital. https://books2read.com/u/mda70l. Enjoy the book.
Born and raised in the San Luis Valley in Colorado, I was used to my imagination being in the clouds at 8,500 feet up. It was easy to get caught daydreaming with such a beautiful place to live in. I was blessed with three beautiful daughters, so school always played a big part in what we did. My first book, Prisoners in Time. An Amy Jones Adventure came about when my oldest daughter decided to break the mold for traditional science fair...
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I sat at my computer desk for a long time after we all decided to end the call for Sunday. Liliya’s story about almost starving made my mind reel. From my earliest memory, I couldn’t think of a time when we went without food. I thanked God again for sending Targot with supplies.
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A Word That Kept Me Up That Night
Liliya’s last word, “Maybe,” stuck in my mind for the rest of Sunday. There was hope, and I was going to go for it. I had so many questions still. How do I get over there? What documents do I need? What kind of money do they have? I could hardly sleep.
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Finding Our Groove
As June continued, the three of us got into the groove of our Sunday talks. It helped so much to know that Liliya understood my words, and I understood hers. She was intrigued by my quiet life after the divorce and my choice not to date anyone. When I told her about that woman from church, she laughed, saying that she knew a few women who were like that.
It became clear to me that life in Russia was different from the US. A large...