There's a Possum in the Pillows
Once upon a time, we had an injured baby possum. He eventually became a full-grown possum, and by that time we had stopped being afraid of him and let him have the run of the house. He especially liked climbing up the quilt on our bed and spending the day snuggled in our pillows. It was too cute not to draw. The phrase "there's a possum in the pillows" would run through my head whenever I passed by and saw him in there, and that grew into a poem. What else could I do? I took the drawings and the poem and turned them into a book.
There is a "Look Inside" feature on Amazon, but they didn't choose to show the pages with illustrations. So here are a few you won't see there:
Idiot Observant
Pronounce it: Idiot Obser-VANT. Like Idiot Savant. Politically incorrect probably, but...anyway, it's not done yet. Still workin' on it.
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The Auto Biography of Jesse Reeves
Jesse Reeves was my daddy, and he had a secret past that nobody ever talked about. When I finally started asking questions, it turned out it wasn't secret after all, just painful, and he figured nobody could do anything about it, so why talk about it? I convinced Mom to get him to tell her more, and to write it down for posterity. She did, including personal anecdotes from her own (not totally rosy) childhood and their life together, and gave it a title reflecting their thorny pasts, "The Briar and the Rose".
His early years, the sudden death of his young mother, his father's parcelling out of all four siblings and Daddy's subsequent commitment to an orphanage, being "checked out" of the orphanage twice as child labor, running away and then sent to a detention facility for incorrigible boys...it was a rough background hat he had to mold a life out of. Daddy's uncle was also my mother's stepfather. When he was released from dentention, Uncle Lewie welcomed him to their farm and treated him as a member of his own family. He and Mom took a liking to each other, got married, and went on to live happily ever after for 52 years, until Daddy died of cancer. I built on Mom's book: did a bunch of research for historical flavor and accuracy, and threw in story lines, motivations, and conversations until it became a novel. Daddy was a mechanic. Welded to every memory Daddy had was a car—he never failed to mention them. It only seemed right to title each chapter with the car that drove through that particular memory. So it's not just a biography...it's an "auto" biography. Available at www.amazon.com.
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Diona Originals
"Diona" is my mom. You won't find her books that way...look them up under her real name: Deloris Reeves. Or you can find them under my name, because I did all the pre-press stuff to get them ready for print.
And don't you like all the pretty covers? Count 'em. There are nine of them so far. And she's writing number ten. Wow. Available at www.amazon.com. |
