Book Preview: for a rainy day

This is a small sampling of my newest book,  for a rainy day, so that consumers can get a taste of what's to come! This book is 225 pages of goodies. 

For those who live in the general vicinity, you can pre-order my book today via this link (do not buy on Amazon if you do this option). For those who do not live in the area, you can purchase my book through Amazon.

Preview Piece One

I’ve been thinking about this scene in one of my favorite movies, Boyhood. The kid asks his dad if

Leprechauns are real and the dad says something along the lines of: “No, they’re not real. But,

what’s the difference between Leprechauns and whales? If I told you that there were animals

swimming in the ocean the size of school buses, wouldn’t that seem just as magical?”

 

There are so many exquisite wonders in this world that we take for granted. Appreciate the whales.

Preview Piece Two

I’m craving your attention

since I apparently didn’t learn the lesson

that a person who thinks you’re less than them

is not someone to invest in.

Preview Piece Three

The inexplicable sensation rushes in:

The sun is nestled right above the horizon, illuminating the world in a brilliant golden light;

the leaves are brown and blowing lightly in the wind;

it’s mysteriously warm for a nearly-winter day—humidity before a storm type of warm;

there are no people around—my loneliness alone shrouds me.

That’s when the melancholy encroaches upon my senses.

 

My body turns warm and tired;

my soul feels heavy and my eyes beg to be shut;

I can physically feel my brain settling heavily in my skull;

my lips are dry and my thirst cannot be quenched;

my stomach is a little upset with me.

 

Exhausted anxiety and subtle distress mixed with a hint of bliss.

Sudden depression and quiet suppression mixed with exuberance.

 

Is it hunger? Dehydration? Fever?

Or just a state of mental disfavor?

‘Tis but the human condition with no explanation: the full range of emotions simultaneously

approaching.

Preview Piece Four

The sun shines down on the lake beautifully. A spot truly just for them. It feels quiet. Secluded.

She begins to unpack the picnic, laying it gently on the cloth. She looks so diligent doing it.

So intentional. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, as if each morsel requires delicate precision

 

He is overwhelmed by his love for her, watching her so carefully worry about the display. The grass

is still moist with the morning’s mildew. He leans back gently and elegantly on the moss-covered rock.

He slicks his hair back, and begins picking at the moss with one hand as he leans on his opposite elbow.

He looks pensively over the water.

 

She is overwhelmed by her love for him, watching him so thoughtfully gaze at the view.

 

A moth lands on her shoulder. She stares at it, scrunches her nose, and declares its name to be Henry.

He smiles at her, admiring her respect for nature’s creatures—even the lowly moths.

 

They eat. The brie is soft. The apples are crisp. The crackers complement the cheese.

The dried apricots are the perfect amount of sweetness with the brie. They sip on wine.

They write each other little love notes. They partake in the simple pleasures of life.

 

She leans back. He rests his head next to her, arms gently brushing. He whispers his affection.

She smiles gently, looking at the sky. 

 

They soak in the brilliant sensation of true love. Of genuine respect and admiration.

They bask in the glory of their ability to be in one another’s presence. They marinate in the total bliss.