Friday, July 21, 2023

From the slums of Calcutta – #Memoir #Positivity #Service @JillianHaslam

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A woman’s ascent from devastating poverty and childhood trauma to international standing as a prominent advocate for the poor and helpless.

As a young girl, Jillian Haslam saved a life. Herself tiny and aching from malnutrition, she stood for hours at a tea shop, begging for a ladle of milk to try and prevent her newborn sister from dying of starvation.

From the slums of Calcutta to the executive floors of a global bank, A Voice out of Poverty offers an unflinching look at one woman’s journey from destitution to success.

Throughout, Haslam demonstrates an inexhaustible drive to rise above adversity and find beacons of positivity in impossible circumstances. But her rise doesn’t stop at the top; she returns to her roots again and again to extend a hand to those left in the impoverished communities that she so narrowly escaped.

British by ancestry and born in India after its independence, Haslam and her family suffered degradation and prejudice. They were forced to live on the streets, flee danger in the middle of the night, and face persistent abuse and starvation.

This treacherous environment is the backdrop of an unlikely story of resilience and an unshakable family bond. From squalor and powerlessness, Haslam finds countless moments of grace, community, gratitude, and love.

A Voice out of Poverty is a raw and inspiring memoir that shows how beauty can be found in improbable places, and how “success” is not just the act of making it through. Rather, it is the act of reaching back to bring others with you.

Excerpt

Oh, come on now Jillu, it’s not that bad!” she said. The brusque tone harkened to how she’d counsel us not to yield to emotion. My mother relentlessly stressed that life could always have been harder. Never make a fuss. Be grateful for what you have, however paltry. Things can be worse.

I wasn’t appeased, and my mother could tell.

We can get it cleaned up when we get back,” she added, wiping tears from my cheeks with a single thumb. Her other hand was trapped inside the hand of my younger sister, four-year-old Vanessa, who held on as if worried she’d fly away like a released balloon if she let go.

Anyway, we’re leaving in a few days, and where we’re going is better.” More parental reassurance about greener pastures.

Where are we going?” I asked.

To Mrs. Brown’s. She’s letting us sleep on the floor in her room for a while. It will be crowded but all of us will be together again.”

You mean Daddy and Donna can go there too?” I asked, my mood brightening. I saw a ghost of a smile emerging on Vanessa’s face as she took it all in. We often lived apart as a family because of our circumstances.

Yes, but we can only stay for a few weeks, and then we must find somewhere else again. But don’t worry, you know Daddy and I always find us something.”

Okay,” I said, nodding.

We resumed shuffling down the streets, navigating mass congestion. I turned my head for a long look back at the old woman and her dogs. I felt a surge of empathy for her, alone in wet and dirty clothes, facing each day with the promise of nothing. Soon we’d have a roof over our heads in a family home while she’d continue to fend for herself in the unsympathetic and unforgiving slum streets. She’d continue to get wet and dirty. She’d continue to try to survive each day with no family to love and care for her; I felt grateful for what I had and prayed that someday she might have the same. As those thoughts flooded me, she gingerly placed sheets of old newspaper on the wet ground to sit on.

The rain fell a little harder.

About the Author


Jillian Haslam was born in 1970 and raised primarily in the slums of Calcutta. Despite the severe devastation of her family’s living circumstances, she completed her education and landed her first major employment as a personal assistant to the CEO at Bank of America in India.

Jillian rose through the ranks, and Bank of America appointed her president of its Charity and Diversity Network in India, where she spearheaded charitable work in four different cities. This led her to receive three philanthropic awards from Bank of America: the Star Recognition award, the Service Excellence award, and The Individual Achievement award.

In 2011, she published the first version of her memoir, Indian. English, which chronicles her life growing up amid dreadful poverty, abuse, and tragedy. The book sold over 150,000 copies, mostly while she was on the speaking circuit. Her story also incited interest from Hollywood and British film directors and producers, leading to the development of a feature film.

Charitable giving became Jillian’s life work. In 2012, she received the first runner up award for The Asian Woman of the Year in the “Social and Humanitarian” category. In early 2015, The Telegraph of Calcutta presented Jillian with the True Legend award for her exceptional contribution to social and humanitarian causes. In mid-2015, she was recognized as a finalist for the Role Model of the Year award for her work delivering speeches in educational institutes across the UK. In late 2016, she received an award for Excellence in Humanitarianism. And, in 2017, she received her greatest accolade, the Mother Teresa Memorial International Award.

Jillian became a speaker in demand and is a Distinguished Toastmaster (DTM). She has delivered several TEDx talks, among other prestigious speaking engagements, on various topics that flow from her life story. Jillian speaks on topics that include entrepreneurialism, the power of the mind, and human resilience.

She has also been featured on various TV networks, including Channel 5 and the BBC, and a wide range of print media, including The Independent, The Pioneer, The Times, The Telegraph, The Metro, Gulf News, and other major media outlets. Jillian’s charitable work continues under the auspices of the Remedia Trust where she oversees several separate charities: Ageing Smiles (for the elderly poor), Happy Hearts (for children), Empowering Girls (for teaching various workable skills), India’s Disabled (for building a mobile medical unit), E3 Growth (focused on education, employment, and employability), and the Mother Teresa Project (for women and single mothers).

Jillian currently lives in London with her husband.

Connect with her here:

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https://www.facebook.com/IndianEnglishTheMovie

https://twitter.com/JillianHaslam

https://www.instagram.com/jillian.haslam/


 

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Wednesday, July 19, 2023

A steamy summer in the Berkshires – #EroticRomance #SummerTheater #MFRWHooks

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For today’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop, I have a snippet from my BDSM erotic romance The Understudy. It seemed appropriate for the middle of July, given that the story is set in a summer theater troupe in the scenic Berkshires in western Massachusetts. I grew up in Massachusetts, and my memories of summer performances, often under a tent, are still vivid.

Today’s scene is from the first few pages of the book. Renowned leading man Geoffrey Hart has arrived at the playhouse, and dominant that he is, is taking control.

Enjoy!

Blurb

One look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.

When the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job, I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart - let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.

Now I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play?

The Hook

Mr. Hart!” Adele broke the spell, rushing forward to shake the actor’s hand. “Welcome to Barrington! We’re all so excited to have you here…”

He seemed to notice her for the first time. He favored her with a charming smile and an appraising once-over. My relief at being released from his scrutiny was tempered with irrational jealousy.

Ah, thank you, Miss…”

Adele. Adele Franklin. I’m the ingĂ©nue. I play Chava in Fiddler and Stella in Streetcar. Oh, and Mimsy in Plaza Suite. I’m just thrilled to meet you, Mr. Hart…”

She had not released his hand. She leant forward, almost on tiptoe, her lips parted, her body practically vibrating with eagerness. His smile was gracious but dismissive as he turned his attention back to me. Everything inside me seemed to melt in the heat of his gaze.

And you are?”

Um—Sarah Gladstone, sir. I play chorus and extra roles. I’m also the understudy for Adele and Ms. Stuart – Helen Stuart, our leading lady. This is my first year here.”

Very pleased to meet you, Sarah. I look forward to getting to know you better over the summer.” His words were polished and polite. His eyes, however, told me another story. They stripped me bare and then challenged me to complain about his boldness. He knew that I would not.

The driver had removed Hart’s three suitcases from the trunk while we’d introduced ourselves. Geoffrey gestured for him to carry them inside. Adele and I trailed after the actor like groupies.

Mr. Wiggins, the innkeeper, came out from behind the counter to shake Geoffrey’s hand. “Mr. Hart, it’s an honor. I saw your Macbeth four years ago. Astonishing.”

Thank you so much. I’m very happy to be here. The mountain air is so delightfully fresh. New York in the summer can be stifling.”

I scanned his profile. He didn’t look nearly as happy as he claimed to be. Maybe there was some truth in Adele’s story.

I’ve put you in the Shays suite on the fifth floor. It’s on the corner, so you’ll get the cross breezes. And it has a lovely view of the town green.”

I’m sure that it will be just fine.” Geoffrey signed the register and picked up two of his suitcases. He turned to Adele and me. “Bring the other bag, girl,” he ordered.

My friend and I looked at each other in confusion. What was he talking about?

You heard me, Sarah.” He headed up the stairs without looking back.

Adele’s mouth hung open. I nearly choked on my indignation. Sure, he was a famous actor, a star, but that didn’t give him the right to tell me what to do.

He paused at the landing, looking back over his shoulder. Once again I felt the power of that dark gaze. My anger wilted. My nipples peaked and my legs turned to rubber. His impatience beat against me like a physical force. I didn’t want to obey, but I also did not want to disappoint him.

Mystified by my own emotions, I grabbed the suitcase and trudged up the stairs behind him.

 

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Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Will Gwen and Dante be the ones to release her? #TimeTravel #LGBTQ #EroticRomance @AdrianaKraft

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Blurb

Is she a ghost? A visitor from another time and place? A siren? A temptress? Or just a meddling dream mistress?

Seren has bided her time for centuries, waiting for the moment when two of her descendants fall in love and release her, finally, from the place between worlds. The many gifts Seren has inherited from her ancestors—time travel, entering dreams, telepathic communication—have been unsuccessful thus far. Will Gwen and Dante be the ones?

Gwen McFarland has always been in touch with her Celtic roots. When Seren—who looks to Gwen like a Celtic goddess—materializes and invites her to a love tryst in another time and place, she does not hesitate. That Seren sometimes brings along another woman is simply an added benefit.

Fast paced trial lawyer Dante Emmanuel has no time for sentimentality or relationships. A string of satisfying sexual encounters suits him just fine. He’s mystified when a recurring figure enters his dream life, but he won’t turn down Seren’s exotic sexual talents or the dreams that now seem more real than ever.

Who will make the first move in this three-part game of chess? Timing is everything.

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Excerpt

Damn,” Dante muttered. Gwen’s full-bodied tan was flawless. Her bare pussy already glistened with desire. “You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever dreamed.”

Gwen blushed. “I’m glad you think so. You’re rather easy on the eyes, too. Now then, I’ve already turned down the covers on the bed and lit some incense that will help us both center ourselves so we can truly enjoy our first mating. That is what you want?” She reached for his hard cock. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Definitely,” he managed to say, coming to stand at the foot of the large bed.

Gwen stretched out languidly as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “Here I am.” She briefly cupped her pussy with a hand, then ran a finger along her wet slit and held it out for him to see. It was covered with her juices. “I am so ready for you. I’ve been ready ever since Seren said she would invite you to join me.”

Dante moved toward the bed. Toward the woman who seemed to know his thoughts. He stretched out beside her.

Gwen turned to embrace him, then guided his hand between her legs. “I’m so wet, and you’re so hard. Let’s save foreplay for another time. I need you in me now. Claim me, Dante. Make me yours while I claim you and make you mine.”

I will,” Dante said gruffly, getting to his knees as she spread her thighs in invitation. Her pussy parted, as if signaling its readiness.

She reached for his cock and guided him as if he might lose his way without her help. “Slowly,” she whispered. “I want to remember this night forever.”

Dante hoped he’d remember this mating when he awoke.

About the Author

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a married pair of retired professors writing erotic romance and erotic romantic suspense together. We like to think we’ve broken the mold for staid, fusty academics, and we hope lots of former profs are enjoying life as much as we are.

Having lived in many states across the Midwest, we now make our home in southern Arizona, where we enjoy hiking, golf, and travel, especially to the many Arizona Native American historical sites.

Together we have published more than fifty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Whether readers open our romantic suspense or our erotic romance, they can expect characters they care about, hot sex scenes, and a compelling story.

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Monday, July 17, 2023

The Evolution of a Story - #CharacterDevelopment #FinalScene #Costumes @TrevannRogers

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By Trevann Rogers (Guest Blogger)

Inspiration comes from many sources yet, when we are asked, it's difficult to articulate the answer. For me, inspiration comes in a flash. A picture that pops into my mind. It can be the result of music, someone’s appearance, an outfit that catches my attention… you get the point. I once wrote a short story about one of my characters, Ria, after seeing a magazine ad with a woman wearing a grey sheath dress and red stilettos. Another scene was born when I saw a man playing guitar under a streetlight. As you can see, it doesn’t take much.

But that's only the start. The flash is often the last scene, the end of the story. I’m a sucker for those “walk-aways”. You know the ones. The main characters walking together while the world burns in the background. I think the first time I noticed it was a Bon Jovi music video. After that, I saw it everywhere. I guess I’m not the only one who liked that visual. After "seeing" the final scene the work then becomes discovering how that character becomes the person that flashed in my mind.

Fleshing out the characters is fun. Like many authors, I sometimes use real actors, posting their photos on my bulletin board or Pinterest board. Then I dress them. I often go a little wild on my Pinterest board. I LOVE the goth and leather-clad guerrilla fighters look. Since I write urban fantasy, I can use some of those outfits. Most are wishful thinking. The movie “Fast X” recently gave me an outfit I have to use—modified of course.

You might not see those outfits in Waiting for the Son. Cheyenne is a struggling musician. He can dream of those outfits but not afford them. The rest of my characters include a couple of moguls, a rich attorney, and a drag queen. For them, the sky is the limit.

Naming characters is a chore for me. I try to keep a list of names that I hear and like. But I have a lot of characters, so occasionally I run out of good names. In my first draft, I always seem to end up with characters with names that start with a "K" sound. Eventually, I rename everyone. In my first book, House of the Rising Son, I changed Karl’s name after the publisher had the first submission. I later renamed him Logan but for the entire duration of the edits, I referred to him as Karl. The editor got used to it.

Deciding on what type of beings are the people in my story can be challenging, too. In the Living After Midnight series, the beings are primarily incubi, weretigers, and vampires. Each character requires a backstory—why they are in the story and what they expect from the experience germinates in their backstory. Most of that will not end up on the page. But as the author, I must understand the character and what makes him tick.

Cheyenne, an incubus (or as he would remind me, half-incubus) was one of the first characters that came to me. The rest of the series was built around him. In the next series, some unusual beings will make an appearance, and maybe they will wear some of my favorite outfits.

After the story is populated with characters, I study that end image I saw in my mind. What must happen for my character to reach that point? What is the worst thing that could happen? I keep asking these questions for most of the book. The character must make mistakes, but their choice must be the best choice at the time.

Which is not unlike the choices I, as the author, make for the story. Only I get to redo it until I get it right. Cheyenne and the gang don't have the luxury.

Waiting for the Son

A Steamy LGBT Urban Fantasy

Living After Midnight Series, Book 3

Cheyenne, the half-human son of the Monarch, is getting beaten up on the regular. He's also fighting with his weretiger boyfriend, holding down his gig in the city's premier nightclub, and taking care of his kids. Adulting is more complicated than he thought it would be.

Someone close to the Monarch is putting the supernatural races at risk. With everyone in his inner circle under suspicion, he asks his son for help unearthing the traitor.

Cheyenne declines. He doesn't have the bandwidth, and politics is not his thing.

When his father's troubles escalate, Cheyenne has no choice but to get involved. If he succeeds, the traitor will be exposed. If he fails, his father will die, and the backstabber will be free to lift the veil of secrecy that protects them all.

Waiting for the Son is the third book in the LGBTQ urban fantasy series Living After Midnight.

Warning: This book features quirky supernatural creatures, a luncheon that makes an orgy look like a made-for-TV movie and an incubus who makes you hope what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Excerpt

The standing-room-only crowd at Underhill had been into his new songs. Guys and girls alike had been in sync with him, swaying when he swayed and smiling when he smiled. His skin tingled with all the positive energy—until a voicemail from Unakite City Elementary School sucked all the happy out of him.

Cheyenne thumbed off his phone and tossed it onto the sofa in his dressing room. No sense in getting agitated. He couldn't find out what new crime his kid had committed until Monday morning. So instead, he changed out of his leather and chains performance gear and into more comfortable jeans and a black tee-shirt before packing up his guitar.

His footsteps echoed as he made his way through the empty club to the alarm panel. Eric, the manager, appreciated the chance to leave early, ensuring he made it to wherever he lay to rest before the sun came up.

Chey didn't like the vampire and owed him no favors. He didn't have to be the last to leave, and Eric knew it. Chey stayed when it worked for him, either because a fan-with-benefits caught his eye or he needed extra time to come down from the post-concert high.

He punched in his code and turned on the alarm. A sense of peace washed over him as the whirring of the industrial fans slowed, the florescent blue lights faded, and internal doors locked with a mechanical swoosh that reverberated throughout the cavernous building. The click-click of the alarm system started a rhythmic chant signaling it was time to leave or risk being trapped inside.

The club's rear double doors closed behind him with a clang. Underhill's parking was never adequate for the number of people attending his shows, but Cheyenne always arrived early to be sure he parked close to the building. With his history of getting jumped in alleys and parking lots, he wasn't taking any chances. At least Gre'gori, the owner, had installed adequate lighting.

He headed to the Cutlass, his ever-faithful ride. She stood waiting right where he left her, dependable if not shiny and new. Not that a bit of wear and tear was a problem. It kept anyone from thinking she was worth stealing or vandalizing. One day he'd be able to afford a new ride, something bigger and fancier, but even then, he'd keep this pretty green thing, maybe give her to the kids one day so she'd stay in the family. But for now, she was all his, like his guitar, the other important inanimate object in his life.

"Hey there, sweetness." He patted her roof affectionately, placed his guitar case on the passenger seat, and froze. The acrid taste of challenge and jealousy, something like burnt marshmallow and ash, assaulted his senses.

Jeeze. Not again. Was the entire population of incubi out to kill him?

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About Trevann

Trevann Rogers writes rock star romances, urban fantasy, and LGBT paranormal romances. Her books include HOUSE OF THE RISING SON and AFTER MIDNIGHT: The Beginning.

Her short stories appear in the anthologies Dangerous Curves Ahead: An Anthology, and Wickedly Ever After.

Each story incorporates an unquenchable addiction to music and Trevann's love for vampires, Weres, incubi and rock stars. She writes long after the sun goes down because, like these elusive creatures, she learned long ago that sometimes being yourself means Living After Midnight.

Trevann lives in Connecticut with Toby, her 10-year-old rescue puppy, and Lil Monkey, a sock monkey who thinks he's real but refuses to chip in on the mortgage.

Trevann's internet home is www.trevannrogers.com/about

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Friday, July 14, 2023

What happened next... #Memoir #Honduras #Consequences

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By Anne Hamilton Fowler (Guest Blogger)

Thank you, Lisabet, for inviting me back for a follow up to last February’sblog post.

You’ve suggested that I describe “why” I wrote my memoir (I did it on a dare!), how I thought its publication would affect me and what was “the reality”!

Making a public disclosure in the book of some rather sketchy and disastrous events from my life, followed by a description of the humanitarian work I’ve accomplished in Honduras, was certainly cathartic!!! However, it has also affected both me and readers in ways I had not anticipated. An overwhelming response came from people who had read the book; women who’d been victimized themselves AND from their friends/ relatives who had lent them support.

This led to some very candid and personal discussions over the past year. Discussions not only about the immediate repercussions of rape but about dealing with the long term emotional fallout. Oh yes, my memories echoed over the years although I’m not sure until I wrote the book I had ever really come to grips with that aspect of my life.

Overall these dialogues have given me a clearer view of the variety of ways in which people from different cultures and backgrounds deal with trauma. I believe that publishing my story with the resultant discussions have helped. It certainly gave me some long awaited closure. The other change publishing the book accomplished was to alter my belief that people who knew of my past behavior judged me in a negative light. Perhaps I was mistaken.

Here are just a few of the comments I have received from readers:

"Your life is an inspiration to us all and the candid honesty you've displayed is admirable.”

The way you have turned your life around from one of reckless and rash behavior to one of service is quite remarkable.” “Anne Hamilton Fowler you are truly an inspiring woman and an example of how it is possible to turn lemons to lemonade!”

But enough about how publishing affected me. You may recall, last February I wrote about the beginning of my Honduran Journey, or “Mrs. Fowlers’ Excellent Adventure” as it has become known. If I had written my memoir in two books, that definitely would have been the title of the second book!

Here is a synopsis of what happened after I actually made the move to Central America:

April, 2001 I closed up shop, sold my Toronto home, packed belongings that I wanted to keep and moved to the cottage. That October I commenced my five-year plan and made the long awaited move to a country once dubbed by the BBC as “the murder capital of the western world”.

What exactly would I be doing? Didn’t have a clue other than for the next five years I was going to live for half the year over an El Progreso eye/dental clinic for the poor, one I had become associated with from several previous mission trips; then, the remaining six months at my Haliburton cottage behaving like a normal retired person.

Oh, in my Human Resources mind I had a vague idea of tasks I needed to accomplish at the clinic; updating administrative procedures, hiring and training more staff, improving overall efficiency and increasing the number of patients. But I knew that until I was actually living there I couldn’t assess the situation properly.

Vague idea? Boy, did I ever miscalculate; I had no idea what I was getting into!! It soon became clear that simply increasing staff numbers and updating systems was the least of my challenges. Besides moving from my 4,000 square foot Toronto home to a 12’X16’ room, there was the issue of communication. My Spanish language skills proved less than fluent in spite of my participation in several mission trips over the past seven years plus my time spent attending language school.

Fortunately, the clinic had a couple of bilingual people on staff who enabled me to forge ahead using a trial and error approach. Some things worked, some were dismal failures. But I persevered and actually initiated some pretty good programs, many of which are still in operation twenty-two years later.

Two of those surviving projects are as follows: 

The Visiting Doctor program invites international ophthalmologists to volunteer for a week at the clinic where they perform surgery, do patient consults and teach new procedures to the medical staff. The clinic provides accommodation and meals; the doctors bring their expertise and medical supplies. 

Another major project I developed, one still utilized in several elementary schools throughout the country, is the Healthy Living Education program. A series of educational puppet skits teaching dental health, eye safety, nutrition and HIV awareness are presented to students followed by teeth brushing instruction and vision testing. 

For several years we held an annual Science Fair competition. This gave schools an opportunity to share with their communities what they had learned from our program.

I spent almost four productive years in El Progreso as a member of the clinic staff, actively participating in community events and clinic business. What came next? The year is now 2023 and I am still in Honduras! What happened to my so-called five year plan that had me exiting in 2006? What changed?

During my time spent in El Progreso I had come to the realization that there was so much more to do for the Honduran people. This was where I was supposed to be; my work was not yet finished. I chose to stay on in Honduras and have never looked back.

In 2004, with money from a family inheritance, I purchased property located in the small north coast village of El Porvenir. I proceeded to design a house which I named Hamilton Benest House after my parents and aunt whose estates had funded the project. Friends inquired “what had I been smoking” that led me to believe it was possible for someone about to become a senior citizen, and who spoke terrible Spanish, would be able to find a reputable builder? By some miracle I was introduced to a terrific contractor, construction of Hamilton Benest House began and in February, 2005 I moved to Porvenir with the contents of my room at the clinic. Not quite enough furniture to fill my new five- bedroom home; time to shop! 

Was it “a seamless building project”? Far from it! There were MANY challenges and pitfalls. But that’s a whole other story!

Finally settled, I introduced projects established in El Progreso into my new community. Over the past eighteen years many new initiatives have been successfully launched. These programs have included free English classes for children through our Porvenir English program (PEP), providing business opportunities to women (producing the environmentally friendly Bee Bag project), building two school libraries, furnishing a dental clinic for the town, establishing the Anne Fowler Bilingual School and Part Two of the Healthy Living Program which now provides annual free dental care for all Grade 3-6 students. Since this article is limited in size, I suggest that you visit my web site for pictures and program descriptions: http://anne.honduranhope.net

El Porvenir is certainly a different town than the one where I first ventured in 2005; only a handful of gringos lived there. Unquestionably, there are now more children attending school, high school graduation numbers are up with some students going on to university. I believe that in many ways these changes are due to the impact of our community projects. Projects I could never have accomplished without the help of a remarkable young Honduran woman, Iris Carranza. We have been joined at the hip since 2005 and I consider her my Honduran daughter. 

During the past fifteen years almost 800 international volunteers of all ages have participated in our various programs and projects. These travellers arrive from the US, Canada, Europe and Australia, they live in two volunteer houses for periods ranging from 1 – 12 months. They come through the organization Honduras Child Alliance which was formed in 2008 when Iris and I sought help finding volunteer teachers to launch PEP. Now, in 2023, HCA completely runs PEP plus a variety of other very successful projects of their own. They definitely picked up the slack when I had to “slow down”!

Am I happy with what I have accomplished in the past 22 years? Yes, I am. Although at 82 I have had to step back and allow others to run my programs, I’m not dead yet!!! Frequently I am asked, “Do you regret upending your life to move to Honduras all those years ago?” My answer? Not for even one minute! A really important thing I have come to realize is that each of us needs to recognize that “who” we are is the sum of choices we’ve made in our lives. What one chooses to do with that knowledge determines their path going forward.I am very happy with the path I’m on.

To demonstrate that I didn’t always carry on philanthropic activities, here is a story from the first half of the book from the chapter entitled “Close Encounters of The #$%@* Kind”!!!

Excerpt

I absolutely love cruises and have lost count of the number I’ve enjoyed over the years. But I have a distinct memory of one that I ventured on alone. It was during a particularly unsettled time in my life when I was REALLY down in the dumps and thought, “maybe a cruise will cheer me up.” A last-minute reservation was booked just two days before the ship sailed from Florida. Since I was travelling solo, I boarded not sure what to expect, but just in case, several books were tucked in my suitcase. The plan was to find a secluded spot on the top deck, relax in a deck chair, read and enjoy the ocean breezes while drinking a glass of wine.

Didn’t happen that way!

The books were never opened because my first day on board I met an extremely attractive divorce traveling with his two teenaged sons. To quote one of my favorite speakers, Henry Kissinger, “Power is a great aphrodisiac.” It certainly was in this case!

While his boys were off doing their own thing, the attractive president of a Detroit based corporation became my charming companion for the duration of the trip. Although I’d been on many ships, my accommodations had never come close to the level of his state room. Luxurious beyond words with a large ocean view veranda, it was like something out of a movie. These surroundings alone could conjure up visions of romantic situations presenting endless possibilities to explore… which of course we did on several occasions.

However, one of the most exciting “no no” situations I’d ever experienced involved a life boat. One evening, while strolling on deck enjoying the warm breeze and star filled sky, we passed a craft undergoing some sort of upgrading or repair. Not to be dissuaded from a chance for adventure, we looked at each other and said, “Why don’t we check out the inside?” What an opportunity! How could we resist?

We climbed on board carrying our evening’s second bottle of wine and proceeded to take advantage of the unusual locale. The risk that someone enjoying an evening walk might pass by and spy on our activities just added to the excitement! But totally unexpected was our discovery by four workmen at a particularly inopportune moment when they showed up to check on their repairs. After quickly reassembling ourselves, we beat a hasty retreat. The workers didn’t speak English but “sorry, sorry” is a universal term understood by all. Although we were spared further embarrassment and didn’t bump into them the rest of the trip, my guess is that we supplied a titillating story for the entire ship’s crew. Some of the “looks” received from a few staff members were probably just imagined, the result of a guilty conscience!

We enjoyed each other’s company in what was a classic shipboard romance that ended when we docked. The trip had accomplished its purpose, my spirits were substantially lifted and I no longer resided “in the dumps.”

About the Author


Born and raised in Toronto, I grew up an only child in a traditional middle class Canadian family of the 40’s and 50’s. But my life has been anything but traditional! After finishing school my career included flight attendant with American Airlines, model, travel agent, world traveller, sales and marketing and almost 30 years in Human Resources as an entrepreneur/ business owner. I closed my company and retired in 2001 to take up another role, that of humanitarian. As someone once said when they described my various life pursuits during their introduction of me as that night’s speaker, “And she’s only 108 yeas old.”

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Thursday, July 13, 2023

A Journey of Change – #ComingOfAge #RoadTrip #Giveaway @AuthorLAmbrosio

Reflections on the Boulevard cover

Welcome back to Beyond Romance, Louis! Can you share a bit about the genesis of this book? What got you started writing it? What kept you writing?

The obvious answer to the question is I had to continue the story. The books work on various planes, religion, social, death, love, and the unconditional. The third book will also cover the intellectual.

So, when I started to think about the characters in the second book, I knew Michael needed to be a guide as well as he needed one. Ron, the youth, showed him the innocence, while Michael showed him beauty and showed him that the individual doesn’t live for the moment but lives for life. While teaching him all this, he explains who the Reservoir Man was and to fear its corruption.

Before there was Ron, I remembered the male couples in my life: Abbot and Costello, Lewis and Martin, and Crosby and Hope and, their relationship - how they cared for each other, one teaching the other.

As a kid I loved them. As I got older, I would always watch reruns, but I wondered where they slept. The producers never let us in; we saw the living room but no bedroom. I thought this innocent, not thinking they might be sleeping together.

Well, this is where the Ron and Michael relationship began to be defined. Certain situations resemble the storylines of these guys.

They set the definition of male-to-male relationship teaching, searching, experiments, and being silly. Here is Ron and Michael's relationship and mine.

One of points, a major one, is how deep can one man love another; how far can they go in expressing this. Men are lonely. Let's exclude a girlfriend or a wife; they give the male whole companionship. But that wears off and the male again is alone; maybe a son can bridge that feeling, maybe not—going back in years the young man alone at 19, there is no one to hold. This is all good for their attempting to search, feel, and maybe find.

PLEASE note there is a lot more in my novel like death, love, celebration, and much more.

I love to tell stories and point out life lessons. As a young man I use to love to tell stories that never happened, but I grew out of that.

Passion keeps me writing –sharing in what I have discovered IN living.

Blurb

Michael's story continues from A Reservoir Man (2022) where we find him teaching at a university ready to retire. He unexpectedly meets a young man named Ron who becomes his protégé and journeys with him in a haphazard adventure throughout America and Europe. In Michael's final journey in life, each twist and turn of the road brings unexpected adventures. The journey taken is one of joy, friendship, and discovery.

Excerpt

On one particularly bumpy part of the trail, Michael assured Ron.

"You look great and natural on that mule! Like Gene Autry!” Ron was falling over now, off the mule. Ron had some choice language for Michael. After a minute he also asked, “Who is Gene Autry?”

He was the cowboy who sang 'Don’t Fence Me In'!”

The mule train proved to be extraordinary. The views were spectacular; being inside the canyon was the best. The formation of the rocks was either tilted, straight, or flat. The horizontal layers of rocks produced the colors yellow, red, and blue. The mule and Ron were no problem; he was a natural mule rider. Thank heavens he told the mule about his relationship with Rhonda - that was the key to their bonding. Ron had a wonderful time, even if his butt was in pain. He felt the saddle was still attached to his bottom even after they left.

They found a bench looking at their incredible view of the North Rim. Michael turned to Ron telling him how nice and cool their friendship was. Michael agreed.

I had so many friends and partners, but I was never able to have as much fun and conversations as I have had with you, Ron.”

Partners like Gail, your former business partner?" Ron asked.

Michael playfully responded, "No, like loving, and those other things.”

About the Author


Louis J. Ambrosio ran one of the most nurturing bi-coastal talent agencies in Los Angeles and New York. He started his career as a theatrical producer, running two major regional theaters for eight seasons. Ambrosio taught at seven universities. Ambrosio also distinguished himself as an award-winning film producer and novelist over the course of his impressive career.

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