Have you ever had a problem that wouldn’t go away, where every answer you threw at it seemed to come up inadequate or wrong?
You worked tirelessly to handle the darn thing, certain that finally you had it licked, and then to your amazement, there it was again, standing right in front of you with a smug smirk on its face. Yes, problems can and do smirk. They can also spit in your eye and give you the finger. Like some people, they seem to find it amusing when they can get a rise out of you.
I used to react to these pesky problems. I would put on all my battle gear like a dutiful soldier readying for war. I’d put on my best frown and sharpen my evil eye. I’d gather mighty curses to be tossed at my foes like grenades. I’d want to break something or plot some kind of secretive vengeance that I could implement against them when least expected. That’s what problems seem to want, they relish in their obscene power to consume us, to eat at us from the inside out.
Then one day I woke up, put my problems aside and decided to assume responsibility for a whole different world of problems other than my own. Big problems— like the opioid epidemic and the promulgation of gender confusion, the inexcusable injustice of psychiatric labels and the drugging of millions of innocent children via our public school systems, the false and abusive nature of the Psychiatric Diagnostic Manual. I had never previously dreamed that I had any responsibility for these social failures and false purposes that now riddle our society. When I finally began assuming some responsibility for these social ills and their flagrant betrayal of human trust, my individual problems suddenly lost their all consuming power. In the light of this new found optimism, I began receiving way too many smirks and middle fingers to acknowledge any single one of them. They simply fail to get a rise out of me. I can look at them with integrity and certainty that I go to battle wielding the greatest weapon of all— the truth. I know it is they who are the problem, not I or our children.
My new book, THE GOLDEN STALLION, is for kids aged 8 and up. It is my contribution to righting a wrong. It is my assumption of my own responsibility for a social problem our kids face in this age of special interests and academic misinformation. I hope it speaks to your parental needs and your child’s innate wisdom of the soul.
Richard and Mary Rensberry, Authors at QuickTurtle Books®
MONSTER MONSTER is a children’s picture book about the monster under the bed, the ogre snake that squishes toys and the troll that eats little boys. A fun poem for kids that Continue reading
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THE BURROW BABBIT is book 14 in the Rhyme for Young Readers Series by QuickTurtle Continue reading
QuickTurtle Books® presents Book Look. This is book 15 in our Rhyme for Young Readers Series. It makes its presence here as a sample of our work for your enjoyment. THE BURROW BABBIT is book 14 in the Rhyme for Young Readers Series by QuickTurtle Books®. Funny Rabbit arrives just in time for Easter is this tongue twisting animal rhyme for kids. He’ll don his winter fleece against the dreary drab it, and comb his cotton tail cuz he is a rabbit. Ages 5-8.
I am joined today by Children’s book author Lucille Femine. She is the author and illustrator of LET ME SEE WHAT I COULD BE.
I am going to take the liberty to jump right in here with a few questions before I present an illustrated excerpt from the book. My first question for Lucille is, what inspired you to write the book, LET ME SEE WHAT I COULD BE?
I used to make up stories for my children when they were going to sleep. I wanted to call on that memory, but mostly I wanted to communicate something meaningful to children that would reach them on a deeper level, giving them the message that they really can be anything they want. Continue reading
Oil On Canvas
excerpt from CITY SLICKER’S GUIDE TO THE AMISH COUNTRY
Summer is born
from the smell of turpentine and oils on canvas.
It is a portrait of honeybees laden with pollen
and the hog-nose snakes
that masquerade the lane as cobras.
It is martins in the birdhouse and bats in the attic.
Summer is the lust that lives in the loam.
of radishes, peppers, and yellow squash.
It seduces the onion
and brags about the taste of the lush tomato
that lives in the sun. The beets don’t care.
Their blood is passionate
no matter the circumstance. And the peas,
they know the truth of openness
will always come. It is the corn that listens
to the depth the carrot and potato will go
to reach the cellar.
Summer is wading
the spring fed creeks, picking cowslips
and violets to set on the table.
It is making love in a bed of purple vetch
and building castles in the cumulus clouds.
It is long days that lead to dusk when pheasants erupt
from the washes thick
with alder and pussy willow brush.
It is the ever presence of the hawk and crow, the piles of stone
from which red sumac glows
with a fire we capture
to light the barbecue. We have friends and family
potlucks of beer
and bullshit. We grill fresh perch
and trout galore. We argue
and go to war
Summer brings moths that come to the door
and beat their wings in Jesuit frenzy. Crickets
conduct great symphonies to the firefly ballet
of lightning bugs
that flicker the lawn. The sky is full
of heat lightning. The moon
looks bigger than life.
is like that. It is a glutton of gifts from God to us
and from us to our spouse and family. It is art to be hung
on a friend’s wall. It is a wish come true. Summer
is Happy Birthday.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
I will be at the Blue Phoenix Book Store in downtown Alpena on Saturday May 13th from 1:00 to 3:00 for a reading and book signing for anyone that would like to partake. Please do introduce yourself due to time, distance and senility. Just kidding, I still have all my faculties though I may not have had any in 1970.
Hillock Hollow excerpted from The Love Tree Continue reading
Here after here
Gone after gone
Month after month
Dawn after dawn Continue reading