I Have That Same Dream… #RRBC #RWISA

A great post from Nonnie Jules, president of Rave Reviews Book Club. Please read on.

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Today is the day that we celebrate that great man, who, with perfect eloquence made us focus on the fact that “all men are created equal.”

I could very easily just post the words to that famous “I HAVE A DREAM…” speech, but, I think that you will feel it more deeply, if I share with you those words, via his most powerful delivery.

And I’m also sharing the actual speech because, believe it or not, some have never even heard of it before.


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#RRBCSpotlightAuthor #RRBC Mary Adler (@MAAdlerwrites)

I had to share this post. As willing staff to 10 furry little dictators, all rescues, I have to spread the word about any organization that is working to save God’s little lost ones.

Shirley Harris-Slaughter

It is my pleasure to welcome Mary Adler to my blog. Check out Mary’s book Shadowed By Death.” Lets give her our full support by following her tour.


Follow your heart.
See where it leads you. And start right there, wherever that may be. Set your
compassion ablaze. Christi Camblor, DVM

I met
Christi almost two years ago, when I accidentally adopted a puppy from Mexico
through her rescue, Compassion without
. I didn’t want to raise a puppy and I really didn’t want a dog with
issues, but life happened and our home that was filled with grief because of
the loss of our AndyPandy suddenly knew moments of joy and laughter again.

I hoped
that since Charlie was only weeks old when brought to the shelter, that she
would have escaped the harshness of life on the streets in…

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Please Welcome #RRBC Spotlight Author, Mary Adler

It’s my great pleasure to host #RRBC and #RWISA author, Mary Adler. Below, you will find a touching piece that tells how one writer keeps the loved ones who have passed on alive in her world(s).

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Everyone from my childhood family is gone. No aunts, uncles, parents or grandparents. When my last aunt died, I realized there was no one in the world who remembered me as a child. The blonde curls, untying the chickens who wrecked my grandmother’s dining room instead of escaping, the precocious words, the broken bones. No one knew how old women in head scarves reminded me of Little Annie Rooney’s Mrs. Meany and kept me glued to my grandmother’s leg, or why I wouldn’t go out when there was a full moon. Of course, there is no one to remember that they had told me the man in the moon ate little girls with blonde hair. Look, see how he’s following you?

When my grandmother died, she took with her the way she saw me, the way I loved to be seen. When Aunt Jane died, she took with her the joy of remembering together our journey to New York or going for car rides on sweltering Pittsburgh nights when we couldn’t sleep.

Each death diminished my life, because although I had my memories, I had no one left to remember them with. I felt as if I had been left behind, alone, while they were all together somewhere, laughing and talking and looking at each other with the love and understanding that grew from years and years of shared joys and sorrows.

I have my own family. Husband, children, their spouses, grandchildren. And my friends. And my dogs. And the memories we have all made together. My children still exist in my world as the ten-year old gymnast, the sixteen-year old world traveler, the six-year old builder of complex cities and as each of the other people they have been through their lives. Really exist. Alive in my memory at a particular place and time, and I cherish all the children they are.

I have found a way to be with the people who are gone. They live in the characters and situations in my mystery novels. When I write a scene about Mrs. Forgione in the kitchen, about her best friend Edna, about Angelo and Harry, I am with my family again, cooking and laughing and sharing stories. I can almost smell the garlic.

When I write, I am with them. Telling them how deeply loved and missed they are, showing the world their kindness and playfulness, their compassion and joy. Sharing with my readers the world I knew when I was a child.

I wish they could read the books. I wish they could know how deeply loved and missed they are. I wish I could thank them for the wealth of stories they told me, for giving me a lens to see the world through.

Actually, I think they do know. Somehow, somewhere in the vast universe.

What do you think? Can you go home again?

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Follow Mary online:

Twitter – @MAAdlerwrites

Facebook – https://maryadlerwrites.com/

Author Bio:

Mary Adler was an attorney and dean at CWRU School of Medicine. She escaped the ivory tower for the much gentler world of World War II and the adventures of homicide detective Oliver Wright and his German shepherd, Harley. She lives with her family in Sebastopol, California, where she creates garden habitats for birds and bees and butterflies. She is active in dog rescue and does canine scent work with her brilliant dogs — the brains of the team — and loves all things Italian.

Rhani and Friends

I apologize for not being active with my blog over the last few weeks. I had a hectic holiday season, and I’m also trying to finish up #WinterOfTheDrill. Not that any of this is an excuse, it’s just what happened.

As some of you know, I have been doing a Podcast with my friend,
GE Upshaw.
Tonight, at 7:30 PST, we will be adding a new show, Rhani and friends. This will be my time to talk with writers and other artists about what makes them tick. My first guest will be newly published poet, Forrest Stepnowski.

We would love it if you would tune in and hear his thoughts on writing and publishing his first book. 😃


Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post. Now that the holidays are over, I plan to be more active with my blog.

Contact Info

Email: rhanidchae@gmail.com

Twitter: @rhanidchae @rhanidchaaebooks

Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/rhanidchaeauthor/


My talented co-host on the wonderful #RRBC blogtalk radio show, Raters Not Haters, Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko just released her newest book. Please stop by Amazon, check it out, and grab a copy for yourself or for the reader on your Christmas list. 😃


I just released my new book, a collection of short stories, on Amazon.Com. Here is the link: VAGARIES OF LIFE AND: GIRLS’ TALK. You may want to check it out. Please, Read & review! The link again: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07L4YW6GC/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb

Thank you.

In a world where everything is in motion, with everyone heading toward a destination, some to perdition and some to salvation, The Vagaries of Life… is a collection of short stories where the characters are on their various journeys. Helen in You Will Die If You Scream, out of nowhere, fin…

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Welcome to #RRBC #BooksBudzPopUp BOOK SHOP

This is a fantastic event! The virtual shelves are loaded with books that are sure to please you, or the book lover on your Christmas list. 😀

Shirley Harris-Slaughter


Take a moment to check out the entire website to avail yourself of all the fabulous reads you will find by scrolling down the #RRBC Book Zone tab at the top of the page. Just hover over the tab and choose by genre or by price.

It is shaping up to be an exciting offer from Rave Reviews Book Club. There is The #RRBC #BooksBudzPopUp Reading Room…

…where you get to view authors actually reading snippets from their books. Including yours truly. So come on in and enjoy.

I can’t wait to see you!

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Welcome to the WATCH “#RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! #RRBC #RRBCWRW @NonnieJules

Shirley Harris-Slaughter

It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you…

Author Nonnie Jules


Welcome to the final stop of the 2018 WATCH “RWISA” WRITE SHOWCASE! I’d like to begin by apologizing to those who are hosting me today as they were sent the incorrect
(draft) copy instead of the finalized copy, which needed to be posted
to their blogs. But, instead of sending the post out to all of those
who are hosting, as I don’t know who is for sure, I decided to post the
correct copy here, on my own blog, and those who wish to switch out the
post on their sites, may do so by simply copying and pasting from here.
(If you would like the correct copy emailed to you, please leave me a
comment below). I do appreciate all your support and my deepest apology
for the mix-up. ~ NJ

For those of

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Welcome to the WATCH “#RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! #RRBC #RRBCWRW Day 16

#RWISA author, Beem Weeks has given us a wonderful little story about a night long past. This is one of my favorite stories from the #RWISA tour, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Indie Spot!

The following is a short piece from a work in progress. This is a scene I pulled from my next novel and (hopefully) turned it into a short story.

Nightly Traipsing

By Beem Weeks

There might’ve been a dream. Or maybe not. Violet Glass really couldn’t recall. Probably, though. A dream concerning some stupid boy—or even a girl.


Can’t control what creeps through your sleep.

Her body stirred awake as the blackest part of night splashed its inky resolve across that part of Alabama.

Violet stared at the ceiling, tried like the dickens to recall a face, perhaps a voice—anything belonging to the one responsible for this latest agitation.

Nothing came through, though.

Even dead of night did little to lay low that sticky heat. Old-timers in town swore oaths affirming this, the summer of 1910, to be more oppressive than any other summer since before the war…

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Welcome to the WATCH “#RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! #RRBC #RRBCWRW Day 15

I hope you enjoy this touching story from #RWISA author, Gwen Plano.

The Indie Spot!


By Gwen M. Plano

Worn out by time, mom lay motionless on the sheets. Life lingered but imperceptibly. At ninety-one, she had experienced the full range of life’s challenges. And, now, she rested her aged shell of a body and waited.

A farmer’s daughter and wife, her life was marked by practicalities and hard work. Always up before daybreak, she prepared the meals, washed the clothes and hung them on the clothesline, and otherwise attended to the needs of the household.

Her garden was a cornucopia of tomatoes and corn, of squash and lettuces. And the refrigerator always had freshly gathered eggs and newly churned butter.

Mom rarely paused, to catch her breath, to offer a hug, or to sit calmly. Time is not to be wasted, she taught. And so, she was always busy.

Over the years, there were multiple times that she almost died…

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Welcome to the WATCH “#RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour! #RRBC Harriet Hodgson (@healthmn1) #RRBCWRW

Please take a look at the following piece from #RWISA author, Harriet Hodgson. Thought-provoking and inspiring, I think it will strike a chord with all who read it.

Shirley Harris-Slaughter

Welcome to the world of…

Author Harriet Hodgson


By Harriet Hodgson

Recently I read some blog posts by grandmas. Though a
few posts were positive, most were negative. The grandmas couldn’t seem to find
anything positive to say about aging or the wisdom they had acquired. My
reaction to aging is different. Because I’m a grandma, I’m saying and doing
things I’ve never done before. Maybe I need a badge that says GRANDMA ON DUTY!

I’m on marriage duty.

My husband’s aorta dissected in 2013 and he had three
emergency operations. During the third one he suffered a spinal cord injury
that paralyzed his legs. Since I drove him to the hospital emergency department
I’ve been his caregiver and advocate. Although we have a less mobile life these
days, we have a good life, and are more in love than ever…

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