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March 2019

Volume 2, Issue 3

IN THIS ISSUE...

• An exclusive interview with Terry Deary, bestselling author of the 'Horrible Histories'

• Our new series of travel features, Off the Beaten Track

• How to start your own small business

• How to learn a new language

• The difference between psychology and psychiatry and so much more...

Promoting Literacy

Parenting Tips

Short Stories

Recipes

Activities for the Kids

Exploring New Worlds

Wellness and Well-being

Discovering New Authorsand so much more...

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FEATURE

An Interview with Terry DearyInterviewed by T.E. Hodden .......................................................................................7

YOUNG WRITERS

Meet Sarin Patel, a 9 year old Author and Illustrator by Nicole Lavoie ................10

My Topsy Turvy Hobbies by Jessica, Age 9 ...............................................................11

INTERVIEWS

Melanie P. Smith \- Interviewed by Rachael Wright .................................................20

Louise Brogan \- Interviewed by Hannah Howe .........................................................35

Aran Jones Interviewed by Millie Slavidou ...............................................................49

POETRY

Home Is Where the Heart Is by Brenda Mohammed ................................................12

SHORT STORY

Ducks by Anna Rashbrook ............................................................................................25

MINI MYSTERY

A Man Walks Into a Bar by Hannah Howe .................................................................14

HUMOUR

Laughter is the best medicine!Contributions by Anthony Randall & Hannah Howe .........................................27

BOOK REVIEWS

Mr. Bazalgette's Agent \- Reviewed by Hannah Howe ..............................................48

The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap \- Reviewed by Grant Leishman ...................54

GIVEAWAY

Two Signed Copies of A Sorry Affair by Kirsten Nairn ...........................................51

ARTICLES

What's Causing My Headache? by Cassandra DenHartog PTA, LMT ..................15

Climbing Out of Your Comfort Zone by Christine Ardigo .....................................17

A Different Kind of Hero by Stan Phillips .................................................................19

The Shebeen by Anthony Randall ...............................................................................21

Bushcraft and Wild Camping – Part 1by Sylva Fae, Alexander Da Rocha and Naomi Tayler ........................................28

Living in the Readers' Imagination by Estela Vazquez ............................................32

Ostara Celebration – The Vernal Equinox by Val Tobin .........................................33

The Life of a Navy Wife by Kate McGinn ..................................................................39

Reviews and How the Hell Do You Get Them! by D.M. Wolfenden ....................42

Richard II A Lesson From History by Mansel Jones .................................................43

You Say Psychiatrist, I Say Psychologist by Hannah Howe ....................................46

Being a Writer With a Chronic Illness by Helen Pryke ............................................47

Samodivi — Witches of Darkness or Thracian Goddesses? by Ronesa Aveela ....52

TRAVEL \- OFF THE BEATEN PATH

Brighton Marina by May Jackie Panayi .......................................................................13

Discovering Dolgellau by Millie Slavidou .................................................................37

Megalopolis Manila \- Getting Around by Grant Leishman ....................................55

ACTIVITIES

March Word Search by Mom's Favorite Reads ..........................................................24

Checkmate in Two Moves Supplied by Chess.com ..................................................31

AUTHOR RESOURCES

Authors, book visibility is the key to sales! ................................................................12

DISCOUNT: 20% OFF First Book Promotion ............................................................16

Meet Our Designer \- Nicole Lavoie / Just Saying Dezigns ......................................34

Connections eMagazine ..................................................................................................58

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An Interview with Terry Deary

Interviewed by T.E. Hodden

Depending on when you, or your kids, caught the literacy bug, you may know TERRY DEARY as the author of exciting novels, True Stories of detectives, spies, UFOs, or the supernatural, or you might just have come across his Horrible Histories, as books, television shows, on the radio, in the theatre or even as one of the audio guide options on tour buses.

Mister Deary is no stranger to stage or screen himself, and as well as writing for various media, he has performed as a singer and actor.

I contacted Mister Deary, with not only my questions, but those submitted by readers of all ages through the Moms Favourite Reads community.

Hello, Mister Deary, is there anything you would like to say to introduce yourself to the readers?I see myself as a journeyman writer. I don't write what I want. I write what publishers think you readers want. And the readers decide if we got it right. Readers matter; writers don't.

Would you care to tell us a little about "Wiggott's Wonderful Waxworld", your latest novel?"Wiggott's Wonderful Waxworld – Terror Train" is a comedy thriller for 8- to 13-year olds. A mysterious tower. A girl trapped in a glass case. A stolen phone. A door to a secret world. Gruesome, ghastly and glorious.

Horrible Histories is twenty-five years old, and still amazingly popular, both with kids and parents (at least one Mom asks we pass on her thanks for teaching her as much as her children). Were they as fun to write as they are to read?I'm not an historian, I'm a children's fiction writer, so they were hard work. Researchers and experts

found the facts. My job (along with illustrator Martin Brown) was to present those facts in an entertaining way for young readers. They weren't "fun" to write but they did allow me to have some rants against the privileged few who have been called "rulers" and "monarchs". Muppets, every last one of them.

What do you think made the series resonate so well with readers?Maybe because I am NOT an historian. I know nothing about history, so I can't "lecture" on the topics. I just share the amazing stories my researchers find for me.

Has history always been a passion of yours?I suppose so. Ever since my first history lesson (when I think I fell asleep) I've disliked schools' history with a passion.

One of our younger readers has asked how you decided upon the unique style and personality of the Horrible History brand?It's something called "author's voice". School text-book writers have an author voice" that says, 'I am going to tell you something; listen and learn and then I'll test you on what I told you." My author voice is "You'll never guess what I found out about this person ..."

Do you think the importance of history is appreciated enough?It is. Because History doesn't matter. People matter.

Do you have any thoughts on how to encourage kids to take an interest?Children are already "interested" in the world. But each child is interested in something different. It's a

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waste of time trying to "encourage children to take an interest" in something that doesn't appeal to them. My Dad forced me to learn to play the clarinet because he played it; I just wanted to play football. He didn't "encourage" me to take an interest in reading for pleasure because he couldn't read himself. (I started reading for pleasure when I was around 20, so it did me no harm). Let the child decide and don't even attempt to "encourage kids to take an interest" just because the parent enjoys something.

History is a subject that is constantly growing as research uncovers new evidence, or rethinks ideas from a different perspective. Are you ever tempted to revisit and revise the Horrible Histories?Life is too short to "revisit and revise". Factual errors are corrected in reprints.

Has the popularity of the series altered how you approached writing?It has forced me to write less fiction, because the publishers press me to write more non-fiction. Now that the series runs itself, I can ease up on non-fiction and write other things including stage-plays, television series and fiction.

The True Stories series (with titles including, but not limited to Detective, Disaster, Ghost, Horror, Monster, Spies, and War Stories) were also well received. Do you mind if I ask a few questions about those?They are long out of print, so asking about them is as interesting asking about a corpse I buried 20 years ago. But go ahead ...

Was there a secret to the way they approached often dark or adult topics for a younger audience?As a child I had nightmares for years after my dear old granny let me watch a shocking sci-fi series on TV. So, my True Tales focused on the excitement without too much graphic detail. And it explored the human beings behind the stories as well as the historical era in which they happened ... the context. A teacher once questioned the adult nature of "True Monster Stories". In that same teacher's class was a little girl (age 7 or 8) who told me "I love watching Nightmare on Elm Street". I rest my case.

You often bookended the True Stories with glimpses of your own experiences. Did that make

them more personal projects to write about?They were written on subjects the publisher demanded. I then had to find links to 'real life' to make them more relevant to the reader. The 'real life' I knew about best was my own.

Did you have a favourite topic to research and learn about for the books (or in general)?Maybe "True Horror" because it's what I experience every time I look in a mirror.

Your writing covers an incredible breadth of topics and medias. Do you prefer any one over the others?I am an actor and began writing for the stage. I've been working on theatre-in-education projects over the past three years and they've been very successful and satisfying. If I could, I would write nothing but plays. Sadly, they pay so little I would probably starve.

Are there any other of your novels or books that you are proud of?No writer can EVER say they are "proud" of a book, can they? Pride is one of the seven deadly sins. If I ever feel "proud" of a book that I've written, then there would be no point writing anything else. I've written a couple of books that I'd rate at 6 out of 10. My ambition is to create a 7 out of 10. If I ever say "That book is a perfect 10 out of 10 ... I am PROUD,' then please shoot me.

Where would be a good place for young readers to start if they wanted to explore some of your other works?Youngest readers (7-year olds) could start with Bloomsbury's short "Tales" (there are 52 of them), Junior age could try "Wiggott's Wonderful Waxworld" and for teenagers there are the "Tudor Chronicles" (out of print but available a eBooks). For adults there is the "Dangerous Days" series – they are "Horrible histories" for adults really.

What are your favourite kinds of book to read?Murder mysteries

Your career also covers the performing arts. Do these creative arts compliment each other?I think you mean do they complement each other? I went from writing plays to writing children's books and more recently my children's books have gone to theatre, television, computer games and movies. They are the same stories, just different ways of telling them. There's no point writing a book and telling children, 'If you struggle to read then tough luck.' Writers must make stories available to everyone in whatever medium they prefer.

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What have been some of the highlights for your performing career?I enjoyed playing a zombie in the movie "Plan Z", even if I did end up dead.

Are there any performances we should be looking out for?I have a small part in "Horrible Histories – The Movie : Rotten Romans" released July 2019. In series 8 of "Horrible Histories" on CBBC (released in Spring 2019). I play Archduke Ferdinand. I end up dead again. Do you think there's a message in there somewhere?

In 2016 Mr Deary won the Celebrity competition of the notorious BBC game show Mastermind, representing the charity Single Homeless Action In Durham. Is this a charity with a special significance to you?It's a local organisation and most days I see the sort of people the charity helps. I can't just ignore them. I also support children's cancer charities as some of my readers suffer from the illness.

What was it like sitting in the famous chair?Quite relaxed. I am an actor above everything, so I felt comfortable in the spotlight.

Members of the Moms community asked: How can readers do more to help support the homeless or disabled?A Book only becomes a book when someone is reading it. Without a reader it's just ink and paper. Anyone with a bookshelf stuffed with books that they won't read again should sell them and give the money to charity.

The community have also asked about your running the length of Hadrian's Wall, and the Great North Run. Is long distance running one of your great loves, and what attracted you to it?I run to stay fit and keep active as I spend so much time at a desk most days. The older I get the more painful running becomes, but I do get to meet some

nice people. I would never describe it as a "great love".

Are there any of the charities you have represented that you would like us to share the details for?I'm raising money for the CLIC Sargent fund for children with cancer and one brave little boy in particular.

If you want to support it with a small donation why not go to https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/brandonbalaamfund

Are there any other projects you would like us to spread the word about?

"It is the duty of righteous men to make war on all undeserved privilege." (Primo Levi)

That's my ultimate project. I don't want to write, I want to change the world.

Are there any final messages you would like to pass on to the Moms or their young readers?Never forget that writers don't matter, readers matter. If you don't read my books, I can't write them. Thank you to everyone who has ever bought one of my books.

Mister Deary, on behalf of the Moms Favourite Reads community, thank you.

T.E. Hodden trained in engineering, and works in a specialised role in the transport industry. He is a life long fan of comic books, science fiction, myths, legends, and history. In the past he has contributed to podcasts, blogs, and anthologies.

You can discover more about T.E. on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/t-e-hodden/

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Earlier this year, a post in a group that I belong to caught my eye because the person was looking for tips and advice on how to get their son's first book published. What pulled me in even further was learning that this 9 year old child was not only writing a book but was also illustrating it himself.

As a fellow parent, I found myself in awe of what this 9 year old was doing and wanted to help where I could. I replied to the post and provided some guidance and it wasn't very long after that I found myself exchanging messages with Sarin Patel's parents on an almost daily basis.

In case you don't understand the magnitude of the endeavor this young writer and illustrator was taking on, I can tell you from experience that getting a child this age to finish one drawing that they started or finish one paragraph of writing is a challenge and that's an understatement. Sarin was not only writing and illustrating a book completely on his own but the book was already over 50 pages long when these preliminary conversations were taking place.

In the short time that I worked with the Patel family to get Sarin's book ready for publishing I had the opportunity to learn more about the family and especially Sarin. Although currently living in India, the family also lived in California, United States during Sarin's early years. In addition to his parents Sanjeeb and Sasmita,

he also lives with his older brother, Simon, who is only 2 years older. The brothers have always had fun playing together but like any sibling relationship they have had their times when that "brotherly love" could benefit from a good dose of personal space. Sarin enjoys using these times that he has to himself for reading, taking after his big brother who shares the same passion. By the time Sarin was 6, he and his brother had around 300 books, all of which they read multiple times.

In addition to his love of reading, Sarin also loves to draw. He started to scribble his own drawings and cartoon characters when he was around 5 years old. Sometimes it is hard to get him to focus on other things that he is should be working on; he has actually been caught multiple times drawing in school during class.

Sarin considers Jeff Kinney, Dav Pilkey, Jim Smith, Liz Pichon, Lincoln Peirce, Stephan Pastis, and Mary Pope Osborne as his role models. They all motivate him to do what he does and he aspires to be like them and also be a bestselling author some day.

If you ask him, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" He proudly answers with, "I am already an Author."

Meet Sarin Patel, a 9 year old Author and Illustrator

by Nicole Lavoie

Nicole Lavoie is the Graphic Designer responsible for bringing Mom's Favorite Reads eMagazine to you every month. She is proud to announce the release of her recent project "Ultra Sarin" by Sarin Patel.

Whether you need help with your book, your website or could use a designer to help you finish off those creative tasks on your to do list, Nicole can help!

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My Topsy Turvy Hobbies

by Jessica, Age 9

On Monday 4th February 2019 I started cheerleading for the first time. I was a bit scared but not because I don't know the teacher Bex, Bex teaches me for gymnastics and tumble. She is the best BEST person I have ever met, and she is very fit and healthy. Bex is a !LOVELY! Lady xxx.

Tumble is once a month and Gymnastics is Tuesday (Every) and now I have started Cheerleading in the older group, 11-13 years even though I am only 9 and I started when I was still 8 because there wasn't any room in the class for my age and Bex thought I was good enough to be with the older kids, but that's why I was a scared. Cheerleading is all day on Sunday from 10 o clock until 4.

There are 23 people in the class, and I work in a group of 5. I have to do a handstand onto someone's back and then two other people lift me and put me into the splits and swing me round before I land on the shoulders of the people next to me.

In gymnastics I have already learned to do a front and back walkover and a one handed walkover, a round off, a front handspring and the splits and some other things. Now I am working on the back handspring.

The things I learn in one of my classes works good with my other classes. Like on Wednesday after school I go the RBD dance academy. I have been going there since I was 5, but because I can do gymnastics, I can get solo parts in the dances doing the special moves I have learned.

Last year I went to Skegness for the first time, where you do dance competitions and there are hundreds and hundreds of people there taking part and it goes from Friday to Sunday, so I had to take a day off school.

I had 5 dances with 5 different outfits to wear. In my pairs I wore a Frankenstein costume, for rock and roll we were land girls, and for my solo I had an outfit with mesh tights and a check shirt around my waist.

Trio was silver leggings and black tutu and I had big puffy hair for it.

For the group dance I was dressed as Spiderman with hologram boots and I had spiderwebs drawn on my face and they didn't come off for days, so it was a good job it was half term after.

My mum also took part in the party dance with the other mums and even some dads who dressed up as girls. RBD academy got loads of medals and awards.

Last month I took part in the stand Up for Cancer Showcase at Theatre Hafren and danced in front of 500 people, even one of my school teachers who was in the front row. All of the local dance groups worked together to put it on and it was really fun, and we raised lots of money because it was sold out, so doing dance can bring good things for other people too.

It is amazing what I have learned, and it keeps me fit and healthy and I get to dress up in lots of great and weird costumes. I think everyone should do these things, even boys. I think I will be doing this for years and years to come.

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Home Is Where the Heart Is

by Brenda Mohammed

Travelling can be exciting, no matter how many times.

You don't mind flight delays and long waits in lines.

You look forward to the date and plan and prepare.

You can't wait for the time to travel to draw near.

Once while attending a conference in Toronto.

My friends and I visited the CN Tower pronto.

It stood out in the skyline like an exclamation mark

We shot upwards in a glass elevator like a spark.

After a convention in Denver City, Colorado,

Welcome reception at the stadium of Denver Broncos.

Toured the Rocky Mountains and Red Rock Canyon,

Visited Buffalo Bill's grave with a friendly companion.

In fun-filled New Orleans, a mystical city.

Took a riverboat to sail down the Mississippi.

Went on a bus tour to see historical places,

Bought many souvenirs of masked faces.

Our trip to Hollywood was a fantastic one.

Walking down Hollywood Boulevard was great fun.

Finding names of movie stars on the star-studded pavement,

Touring Universal Studios for amazing amusement.

No matter where you go no matter what you do,

Home is the place you always want to come home to.

You may visit places where the sky is so blue,

But home is where the heart is, that's very true

Copyright@BrendaMohammed

Brenda Mohammed is a former Bank Manager who was successful in her job. After her retirement from banking, she ventured into Insurance Underwriting. After six years, she was awarded Life membership in the Million Dollar Round Table, a Premier Association for Financial Professionals. A diagnosis of cancer changed her career aspirations and in 2013 she became a writer.

You can discover more about Brenda on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/brenda-mohammed/

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Brighton Marina

by May Jackie Panayi

Brighton Marina is one of my favourite places to visit. It is very dynamic, yet attractive and relaxing. It has the hustle and bustle of shops, pubs, restaurants and entertainment centres, and is surrounded by beach walks and rock pools. Walking along the marina boardwalk starts off amidst restaurants and bars and even a floating Chinese restaurant. Looking down at the boats from there, gives a view of pleasure cruisers, sailing boats and dinghys and boats to take a fishing trip on. The next section of the marina is quieter and has some seats where you can sit and look at all the private yachts and dream about the boats for sale. The final segment is where the little working fishing boats moor up. There is a distinctly fishy aroma down this end but it is charismatic and still very peaceful. Lots of opportunistic birds can be seen around these boats. After a short walk across the marina lock, you come to the marina wall that takes a long curve around the marina. It is lovely to walk along it to the end and back, but if the weather is rough, you may get wetted by the waves that sometimes come over the top.

Brighton, was originally called Beorthelm's Tun or farm, after the fifth century Saxon invader, Beorthelm, who made the first settlement on this patch of English coastland. That vast farm, became so big and prosperous, it became a complete town, but all the fishermen lived outside the farm, just a little further east, under the cliffs. The fishing industry thrived and fishermen daily sold their catches on the beach,

a custom that continues on a very small scale to this day.

Brighton has been a port since the fourteenth century. It was used despite its lack of natural harbour because of the prevailing winds that blew onshore, and the ease of transport to London. At one time it was the quickest London to Paris route.

In 1806 a proposal for a wharf along with fifty warehouses and a graving dock (or dry dock from which the water can be pumped out) was put forward. The Chain Pier was built and opened in 1823. This was Brighton's third pier about which little is known locally. It was a suspension pier, like a one ended suspension bridge, built of wrought iron and cast iron and two hundred tons of Purbeck granite. All this stood on oak piles set deep into the seabed. It was over one thousand feet long and had four huge towers shaped like Egyptian pylons. The pier was used for loading and unloading cargo ships, so rowing boats did not have to be used between ship and shore. But it soon became a local promenade and attraction, even having a camera obscura. In 1830 Captain Samuel Brown, who originally designed and built the pier, suggested it be filled with chalk to form a harbour wall, but the idea was discarded as too expensive.

In December 1896 the pier was destroyed by a great winter storm.

In the 1960s Henry Cohen planned a large yacht marina reclaimed from the sea, with leisure structures on the land.

Work began in winter 1971, and expansion still continues. In 1978 the marina opened to the first boats. Now there are homes as well as all the various businesses. Several areas of further development have been announced including a multi-story tower building of some kind.

From the marina you can walk the undercliff walk as far as Saltdean, which is well worthwhile.

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May J. Panayi has been writing since 1967, when she had her first poem called 'In a Rage' published in the local Gazette newspaper. That was the point at which she decided she wanted to write, and has been scribbling in one form or another ever since. She's had poetry, short stories, articles and fillers, published in a variety of magazines, two book anthology collections, fanzines and websites.

You can discover more about May on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/may-j-panayi/

A Man Walks Into a Bar

by Hannah Howe

I was sipping a drink, researching my latest Sam Smith mystery when a man walked into the bar. He looked distressed.

"Quick," he said to the barman, "I need a glass of water."

With a quizzical look on his face, the barman poured water into a glass. The man grabbed the glass, gulped the water then ran to the rest room.

Two minutes later, the man returned, still looking distressed. "Nope," he said, "that didn't work. I'll have a Bacardi and lemon."

The man sipped his Bacardi then chewed on the lemon. With a pained expression on his face, he ran to the rest room only to return two minutes later.

"Nope," he said, "that didn't work either. I need a radical solution."

Then, to gasps from the clientele, the man produced a gun and handed the weapon to the barman. "Shoot me," the man said.

"You must be crazy," the barman said. "I'm not touching that gun."

"You, lady," the man said to me, "shoot me."

Of course, by now I'd twigged what was happening so, nonchalantly, I placed the gun in my hand. I raised my arm, pointed the barrel at the man's head and eased my finger against the trigger. Before I could squeeze the trigger, the man sighed and walked out of the bar.

"Phew," the barman said. "What was that all about?"

"Didn't you notice?" I asked, sliding the gun across the bar. "The man had hiccups."

Hannah Howe is the author of the Sam Smith Mystery Series, the Ann's War Mystery Series and the #1 international bestseller Saving Grace. Hannah's books are published by Goylake Publishing and distributed through Gardners Books to over 300 outlets worldwide. Her books are available in print, as eBooks and audio books, and are being translated into ten languages.

You can discover more about Hannah on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:

https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/hannah-howe/

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That's an age-old question which has many answers.

First of all, what are headaches? Usually, we associate this term with pain in the head, but did you know there are many kinds? Whether you're having pain in the front, back, or all over can make a difference.

Where is your pain located?

Forehead and around eyes- Usually is a sign of eye strain. This is common with people doing a lot of computer work or in constant brightness changes. Solution? First make sure you are not expressing stress and worry with your facial muscles. Massage, using upward strokes around forehead and eye brows, can help. You can get muscle knots around your eyebrows, which can result in pain around the eyes and forehead. If massage doesn't help, try having an eye exam. You may not be focusing correctly. Glasses, or a correction in your glasses prescription, could help with this.

Back of the head at base of skull- Headaches located here are usually due to stress and tension. The upper trapezoid muscles, the muscles at the tops of your shoulders, come up and attach in the back of the head. When these muscles are overworked, they constantly pull on the back of the head irritating the tendons. It's like tendonitis of the skull. This causes pain that starts at the back of the head near the base of the skull that can wrap all the way around. Solution? When you feel this headache type start coming on, use ice on the back of the head. This decreases inflammation and helps prevent the pain from spreading. If this does not help or the headache is already too bad, try

shoulder massage. Start at the tops of the shoulders and massage up to the back of the head. Remember to give extra love to the base of the skull. Self-stretches can also help prevent these type of headaches. The best stretches: pulling your nose to your armpit, and pulling your ear to your shoulder.

Side of the head- These headaches are typically caused by the temporalis muscles; the muscles of the temples. They can also be caused by eye strain, or emotions causing excess use of facial muscles. Solution? Take your pointer finger and begin to rub on your temples. If you are feeling soreness or tenderness in this area, this is most likely part of the problem.

Pain coming from the jaw up into the head- This usually comes from the masseter muscles or muscles around the jaw. This can be a common trait for people with TMJ problems, or people who chew a lot of gum, or have a tendency to clench their jaw. Solution? Massaging the masseter muscle can be very beneficial. You do this by opening your jaw wide and following your teeth back until you feel the muscular structure of the masseter muscle where your jaws comes together. Relax your jaw and, with mouth closed, massage this muscle up and down. This muscle should feel very tight but soften when massaged. Also, try avoiding aggravating activities such as gum chewing.

Pain all over the head- If there was no specific spot where the headache started, it could have more of a chemical and a muscular cause. First thing to check is if you're hydrated. Remember the average human needs at least a half-gallon of water a day to stay adequately

What's Causing My Headache?

by Cassandra DenHartog PTA, LMT

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hydrated. Also, consider if you're are going through a hormone change. Hormones can be behind frequent headaches with no other apparent cause. If this is suspected, you should consult your doctor. Hormone imbalances are hard to self-correct, but not impossible. If a doctor isn't for you, look at eating a lean diet. Remove anything that causes an inflammatory reaction; this means cutting back on gluten, decreasing or totally removing red meats from your diet, and eliminating all sugars. Decreasing inflammation in your body can help with hormonal balances.

Pain in ears and into head- This most often feels like an earache. Often it is due to plugged Eustachian tubes, or what people call plugged ears. Often this is hard to get rid of. Solution? Start by taking several hot

steamy showers. Sometimes this is enough to relieve this pressure. If not, you may want to consult a doctor. If you are experiencing dizziness, a feeling of the room spinning with movement, or a feeling of being drunk, you could be experiencing vertigo. This I something you should consult your doctor about, as this usually can quickly be relieved.

Pain in head and neck with head down- This occurs when you are looking down or at a computer screen a lot. In this age, it's what people call "texter's neck," which is caused by the increased strain of holding the head at a forward position for a prolonged time. This can be relieved by adjusting how you look at screens, books, etc. and raising things up to eye level so the head is square atop the shoulders.

Cassandra DenHartog is an author of Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Lover of fairy tales and dreams. Hospital worker and business owner. Often referred to as the crazy bird lady.

You can discover more about Cassandra on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/cassandra-denhartog/

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Climbing Out of Your Comfort Zone

by Christine Ardigo

Remember back in elementary school, nothing scared you? Climbing tall trees. Back flips on trampolines. Racing down a steep hill on a Big Wheels knowing full well it had no brakes. Ahh, good times. Okay, maybe that last one wasn't such an intelligent move and it scared the hell out of me but guess, what? I still remember it today.

The initial excitement, hair flying up then wrapping around my face, wheels spinning faster and faster, then too fast. Excitement replaced by fear. Knowing you'll wipe out before you reach the bottom. No way to stop. Heart smashing against your ribcage, eyes wide, mouth wider. Then, when the high pitched screams switch to muted breath, you reach the level ground, with white knuckles and clenched teeth, but uninjured. Let's do it again! .

Fast forward twenty years. How did you spend your weekend? Sat around a patio table at a barbecue. Watched TV. Had a nice romantic dinner. Mowed the lawn. Played a video game. Not exactly an adventure. What makes former thrill-seekers take comfort in doing nothing? What are we afraid of?

I have cousins to thank for my appetite for seeking adventure. As one of the youngest, they dragged me on roller coasters, pressured me to crawl through the twenty foot-long ice tunnels they made, and tried to drown me during their pool games. But, they made me experience adrenaline.

Then, I got married. Bought a house. Had kids. Ahhh, that lounge chair feels comfy.

Right before the inevitable mid-life crisis, a couple of doctors at work invited me to go rock climbing. Me. Who's afraid of heights. But I've learned to live without regrets. Regrets aren't things you've done, but things you will spend the rest of your life wishing you did. So off to Island Rock I went.

I remember the first time. My skin clammy, body trembling, gasping for air. And that was just the twenty minute drive to the place. Once inside, thirty-foot walls encased me. Experienced climbers, with their cute little red elf shoes and cargo pants, attacked these walls and it only amplified my fear. This was a mistake. I couldn't do this. I delayed attaching

my harness, watched them for a while, and even wandered to the vending machine to buy water. But they were not having it. Up I went.

My first climb, no problem. I made it to the top! I didn't die. I can do this. Then they told me I climbed an easy wall and that's not how it's done. There were different courses, different levels of intensity, you could only grab onto certain "holds", stay on specific colors, and no cheating.

Suddenly the altitude didn't matter. Panic returned but for different reasons. I couldn't do it. I was too short, the holds were slimy and caked with sweat and dirt and chalk. I had to grip a hold the size of a quarter, I slipped and swung, my foot couldn't reach the next piece, terror drenched my tank top and the two doctors called to me, telling me what to do, but I couldn't hear. What were they shouting?

My arms shook from lack of strength and lack of skill. My hands were sweaty and in need of more chalk. Stomach churned, humiliation kicked in. They were better than me, I would fail, they would laugh. I just had to reach the top!

At the very moment you want to give up, whether it be that silly brain of yours kicking in negative thoughts again, or physical inability, you find the strength. You take one deep breath, grit your teeth and leap forward. Adrenaline surges, your shaky arm tightens and yanks you up, your leg rises and finds the next hold, power swells within you to propel your exhausted body until you reach that top ledge, determined and even a little pissed off, and you slap it once, twice, three times, letting them know you made it. You freakin' made it!

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The fear never leaves. Each time I drive there it returns. Can I do it again? What if I'm too weak? Did I eat enough before the climb? Did I drink enough fluids? Will they encourage me or will I have to find it in myself each and every time? But I love it.

After two years, I ventured outdoors, upstate to New Paltz, New York, The Gunks. (And I thought a thirty foot wall was scary). Outdoors is a completely different experience. Half way up the climb on my first real mountain (half way) I almost started to cry. I whispered to myself, I cannot do this, this will be it. I'll just finish one climb and then not do anymore. For the rest of the day. Or, ever again.

But, eventually I reached the top, and screamed for them to get me down. Fast! But they made me climb over the ledge, stand up, and take in the breathtaking view. Which I did for about ten seconds and then begged to come down. Six hours later, I completed four climbs with my friends and even stayed for one more after half the group headed home. I was obsessed with my abilities. No more silly, pink, elephant-shaped holds to clutch onto. No green strips of tape to guide me. It was entirely up to me to find something, anything, to grab hold of with my fingers and toes. Clinging to the sides of a smooth mountain, clutching a tiny piece of rock jutting out, the tip of my toe smearing a crevice in the boulder.

It made me realize there's a big difference between fear and excitement. Fear would be someone dragging me up there and attempting to push me off the top of the mountain. Without a harness.

Excitement is trying new things. Seeing what you're capable of. Getting out of that comfort zone. Of course it's scary. How exciting would it be to climb the hill in your backyard? Woo hoo! Um, no. We must do the things we think we cannot do. And with each attempt, it builds your confidence a little more, empowers you to try something else, until you become fearless.

I'm still not sure where the nervousness comes from every time I climb. No matter how many climbs I've completed, I still fear that I'll be a failure. But strangely, I still do it. Still climb out of my comfort zone and I love it. We remember all the exciting things in life, not the boring ones. Let's make a lifetime of exciting memories!

What have you tried lately to get out of your comfort zone? How did you feel afterward? Did a friend rope you into it or were you the one to suggest it? What's next on your list to try?

Christine Ardigo is a Registered Dietitian/Personal Trainer who writes contemporary romance novels in her spare time. When weight lifting, rock climbing, white-water rafting, and jumping out of airplanes wasn't enough, she decided to fulfill a dream she had as a child: to write a book.

She's lived in New York her entire life and can't imagine living anywhere else. She has the beaches, the bay and the city, all a half hour away. She's built memories here with her husband, two silly daughters and a bunch of crazy friends, all whom she loves very much.

You can discover more about Christine on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/christine-ardigo/

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I met him long ago in an East Yorkshire seaside town. He was well into his eighties then, tiny, neat, one of 'the old school' of human beings, in that he exuded an air of dignity and politeness of year's long gone.

Widowed he was, Mr Pearson, a retired pharmacist, who sat with me in those Bridlington tea rooms and told me part of his story. How in those dire days of jingoism at the outbreak of the first world war, he had been forced to declare his humanist credentials and refuse to fight by declaring as a Consciousness Objector. By doing so, he was either going to go to prison where mundane war work was the norm, or he could do humanitarian work at the front.

He chose the latter.

Carried stretchers through rain and mud and body parts across the battle fields of Ypres. Drove military ambulances filled with the dead and dying to inadequate makeshift hospitals.

Performed deeds that went over and above anything that a callow twenty year old should ever be called upon to do.

And saw sights that all those years on he was unable to speak of, but he showed me his medal that the King of the Belgians had presented him with \- The Queen Elisabeth medal for humanitarian works in theatres of war \- still in its case, with its ribbon like new.

"And back in England," he told me with a small smile "They still called me a coward because I refused to fight."

But he knew, and those people that mattered knew. And now, in those Victorian Tea rooms that overlooked the Bridlington sea front on that windy October day, so did I, we knew that he was no coward. But rather, he was one of those special souls that enhance the world by being in it.

A Different Kind of Hero

by Stan Phillips

Stan Philips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. I used to be a psychotherapist/ counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (My father believed they couldn't hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up \- but enjoy writing my quirky poetry as I do so.

You can discover more about Stan on the Mon's Favorite Reads website here:http://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips/

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An Interview with Melanie P. Smith

Interviewed by Rachael Wright

Utah native Melanie P. Smith is a woman as varied and driven at the characters in her novels. After completing a Postgraduate certification in Conflict Resolution and Negotiation from the University of Utah she went to work for the Salt Lake County Sheriff's Department. After serving most of her career in the Special Operations Division she retired in 2016.

Melanie writes criminal suspense and police procedurals because, "that's what I know." But her first book was a paranormal romance and she's expanded into fantasy as well.

When asked what her biggest writing challenges are Melanie answered balance.

"At any given moment, I could have four or five projects in progress. When I add in book promotions, web development, formatting, cover design ... well you get the idea. I suppose life as an author is not different than any other career; there just never seems to be enough time in the day to accomplish everything you want to do."

The projects just keep flowing for Melanie. After a trip to Yellowstone National Park she was struck with an idea after seeing Soda Butte: a nature photographer being hunted by gun runners, grizzlies, and wolves.

"Welcome to my world," Smith said, "inspiration comes from the most basic and sometimes trivial things."

Although she draws from her law enforcement experience, Smith is quick to point out that she doesn't usually write about incidents from work.

"Cops often say 'we're lucky they're stupid.' Do you know how many burglars unknowingly drop their wallets at a crime scene? Or, how many commit a serious crime and drive away with a broken tail light on their way to dispose of evidence? It's the little

things that get you in real life, but they don't always make for good fiction."

Real life is something Smith is qualified to write about, especially the frigid Utah winters.

"I vividly recall waking up early on the coldest winter mornings, dressing as warm as I could, and heading out to the pasture to break a thick layer of ice that had formed in the cows's watering trough overnight," Smith said. "On the bright side, if I ever write a slasher book, I'll know how to wield an ax."

That's why, Smith said, she's not a winter sports fan. Too many years of fishing out ice blocks from a hundred-gallon metal watering trough, freezing nose hairs, and wet gloves sticking to metal.

It is a gritty, tangible authenticity that makes Smith's books shine. In an expanding, and flooded market, however, the odds of getting noticed are small indeed.

"I would ask readers to take a risk and give a new author a chance, someone they may not have heard of. Take a chance on a book that sounds interesting and intriguing but may not have hundreds of reviews. Because, if they do, they just might discover a new great story they can't stop thinking about."

Smith published two books this year. Subterfuge, the third novel in the Thin Blue Line series, and the 3rd Paige Carter Season, a collection of nine short stories.

You can discover more about Melanie on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/melanie-p-smith/

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I've never seen anything like it, a semi-naked man flying through the air in front of the width of the stage, to land a head butt on a taunting opponent out for a bit of respectful Sunday afternoon mayhem.

Glass jars shattered, drunken Australians rolled around in it, a great heaving tide of inebriated humans ebbing and flowing, this way and that, on and off the stage, warded off by my protesting boot.

If it weren't for the fact that bodies were being lacerated on the filthy beer soaked tongue and groove, it would have been funny.

Blisteringly hot, all the windows and doors flung open, the legal decibel levels sorely being tested. We cared not, the crowd were enjoying themselves, albeit in a Wild West bar brawl fashion, but they seemed to love the music.

"Could you not throw your beer at the stage please ladies and gentlemen, water and electricity has an adverse effect on musicians," I beseeched our audience.

I dodged an in coming object, "and beer bottles!"

The Sunday gig at the Shebeen, a shabby one room bar at the back of The George and Dragon pub, in Acton, North London, was originally intended to be an Irish Teach ceoil (house of music), but had lately become the haunt of Polish bar staff and Antipodeans. It was a double spot, and a long slog, noon till four, then back in the evening eight o'clock until midnight. So we usually went off to have some food at a restaurant in Ealing during the lengthy break.

We acquired the gig through a rival band that'd been doing it for some years, but couldn't make it one weekend due to an overload of work, we keenly stepped in. The Shebeen (an inn on the site since 1337), was highly prized on the London gig circuit, advertised in all the entertainment guides and a sure-fire way to get your bands name about.

Aspiring to procure Friday and Saturday nights was all important and we impressed Doug the manager enough to make that happen.

Out of all the many, many venues Superfly played,

The Shebeen became our most frequent by far, at least once a month, sometimes more, it was also a great venue to invite interested parties to, despite its raucous, guttural interior, it throbbed a nicotine drenched ambience that the sardine packed late night revellers queued up around the block for.

Friday and a Saturdays stints finished at one a.m. and were a magnet for drinkers not content with regular pub closing times, punters trying to squeeze the last drops out of an evening, or a few drops of blood out of each other.

Doug was a lovely fella, upright and honest, reminded me of a ginger Bob Carolgees, of Spit the dog fame, with his dead straight hair and bushy moustache. A chain smoker who unfortunately succumbed to throat Cancer two years after we'd first met him.

As you can imagine, attending a bar so many times over a period of ten years, one would witness a multitude of things happening therein, some of which I'll try to unfold for you.

After Doug's demise the pub was bought by a right pair of dodgy brothers, they may have been gangsters, they certainly gave that appearance. An array of miscreants hung about the office at all times, and the owner's passive aggressive demeanour always unsettled me when I went up stairs to collect the wages. Little innuendos and minor threats meant to be funny were actually not, and rendered me undecided on their seriousness, but in large they left us alone to get on with the business of entertaining the mob in the back bar.

A typical night would involve arriving at eight o'clock, parking on the yellow lines outside the pub, finding someone to open up the metal roller garage door to one side, traipsing the PA through an ally and two double doors and up onto the fenced off stage (literally fenced off for the bands protection). This took me twelve trips with all my gear, then I'd set it up while the rest of the band arrived in dribs and drabs, to be ready to start playing the first set at around nine. This wasn't so bad when there were no customers in the venue, but sometimes earlier afternoon events meant that the room was swamped,

The Shebeen

by Anthony Randall

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and will drunken people get out of the way for a labouring bloke burdened with armfuls of heavy gear, not without a struggle, and come closing time, it was even worse. Why do groups of stupefied hangers on insist on having mind numbing conversations in front of swinging doors, and not learn to stand aside after they've been bashed a quantity of times by passing speaker cabinets?

Anyway I digress; three forty-five minute sets are called for with breaks. In the early days we all dressed in smart suits, which meant after rushing to set up shop I was quite sweaty and had to change from casual clothes into my suit in the Gents toilet, I call it 'Gents toilet' loosely, it was small room with a wall of stainless steal urinals, one cubical, a broken sink, a condom machine and a lake of piss on the quarry tiled floor, you know the sort of thing.

It was during one of these hideously sweaty nights (oh, all the windows and doors had to be closed at night due to the noise pollution), second set I believe, that I took a large smoky inhale during a vocal line and wished that I hadn't. Immediately my throat contracted to the point where I couldn't breathe at all, as a pepper tasting overload filled my mouth, it was frightful, like being suffocated by a polythene bag. My brain couldn't compute what was happening. Someone had let off a tear gas canister of some kind for a prank. The room evacuated through the fire doors amidst a wailing alarm, screams and panic until the gas dissipated half an hour later.

After some fresh air and a drink of water I was curiously right as rain, and unperturbed most of the crowd came back in, the doors closed behind them; the music re-started and we carried on like it was just a minor inconvenience.

I would highly recommend avoiding a lung full of that stuff, it was nasty.

It was after one of these evening sessions that I had to ban my wife from coming to any more gigs, prompted by her affliction for starting fights with the audience. She relished Jack Daniels and coke at the time, but it retaliated by making her aggressive, and there is nothing more off putting than trying to perform professionally on stage whilst watching your wife elbowing other women in the ribs who are out to enjoy themselves. I intervened before the bouncers did, very embarrassing to get involved with and damaging to the harmonics of my marriage, but I couldn't have that; I was trying to earn a living.

We had a number of Dep issues over the years, Derek, although a phenomenal bass player, was eternally late and he only lived down the road in Harrow, often turning up minutes before we were due to play.

A sax player who worked with Jules Holland's rhythm and blues orchestra called Dave, after me practically begging him over the phone, reluctantly strolled in one rainy evening and as a protest to an affront on his night off, read a copy of a broadsheet news paper, whilst playing I might add, placed on top of a speaker cabinet side stage, throughout the entire gig. I think that the pay packet of fifty quid was the bone of his contention, even though he was London based and had nothing to do that day.

Our guitarist Rob lived in Cambridgeshire and would travel the length and breadth of the country just to play, sometimes for very little money.

Rob is now ludicrously comfortable, he's been a member of Jamiroquai for many years, but back in those days with us he drove a small Peugeot hatchback. One night after a monumental joke telling session outside that went on into the small hours (Rob's a very funny man), we all said our goodbyes, he slammed the hatch down on his car and instantly shattered the rear screen with the corner of his amp

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that wasn't quite pushed home enough. It was one of those reversed polarity moments, one second your high on laughter then Bosh, devastated. The poor chap had to drive all the way back to St Ives with an icy wind threatening to blacken his ears, horrible, all for fifty pounds.

Another time, a drummer who we'd employed many times before, Darren, didn't turn up at all. He said later that he had no knowledge of the gig, but quite frankly I always made sure that every playing member knew well in advance of a performance. On that night another drummer that we had also used before was in the crowd, but couldn't be persuaded to perform for love nor money, perhaps it was for the principle that we hadn't booked him in the first place, he left the building under a cloud. What were we to do; we had a rapidly filling venue, fifteen minutes before the start of the show and no drummer. As luck would have it the sound engineer said that he was a drummer and just happened to have his kit upstairs, "praise the lord," I said, or something like that. He rushed and set it up; we were saved in the nick of time. A few bars in I wished we hadn't, he was awful, possibly the worst time keeper I've ever had to deal with. The weird thing is, although we were having a nightmare on stage, the audience seemed to be oblivious to the row, to enjoy what was being hurled at them in fact; the praise should have been awarded to alcohol, praise Courage breweries I think. Darren went on to join Primal scream, he's still with em, when he can be bothered to turn up.

The seedy brothers who ran the place got even seedier when an attempt to bolster the pub income involved employing strippers and live sex shows early in the evening before the bands arrived, turning it into a right little Den and Ange of iniquity. Thankfully those performances concluded before I could witness them, but there was the detritus left on stage to deal with some what disconcertingly, and a plethora of sleazy individuals residing at the bar, drunk mostly, who leer at us setting up, or hurl abuse. One time there was an actual dog turd on stage, how that got there was anyone's guess.

After some time one the brothers succumbed to the grim reaper, how he met his demise I dared not question, maybe it was gang related, I don't know, but shortly after that the remaining brother disappeared off the face of the earth, and the reins were handed to the under manager, a decent skinny young bloke who's name escapes me, but things ran smoothly from then on with regular work right up until I departed the band in 2002.

No longer a mainstream venue, the pub was sold off a while ago, revamped and is now a micro brewery free house selling craft beer, good food and has an offering of live music, Jazz at the weekends and an open mike night on Thursday evenings. All very civilized and trendy, lets hope that time doesn't erase the memory of it's glory days of a buzzing, vibrant, sort after music hub that bands, music lovers and adult performance artists would bend over backwards to get into.

Anthony Randall is fifty-six and hails from Watford in Hertfordshire. He has resided in Tucson, Arizona and Bourlens, France, but now lives in sunny Dorset on the south coast of England by the sea. He has been a singer and song writer for nearly thirty years, recording and performing hundreds pop tunes all over the world. He wrote and self published his first novel 'The English Sombrero' with co-author Doug Goddard back in 2005, now available as eBook and paperback online. This book is the first of a four part saga about the trials and tribulations of Don Simmons, an extravagant millionaire who lends himself to some outrageous adventures and sticky situations. Book two 'The Little White Ball' sees Don further his journey of enlightenment and is also available as an eBook and paperback online. Book three 'Choice' is under construction, as is a Thriller entitled 'Tip of the teaspoon' and my own novel called 'Tales of Tucson.'

You can discover more about Anthony on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/anthony-randall/

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March Word Search

by Mom's Favorite Reads

You can find the answers for this activity on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/magazines/activities/

How many of the words from this month's magazine can you find below?
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Ducks

by Anna Rashbrook

Waking up to a cacophony of bird song in a narrow, lumpy bed was not my idea of the best start to a holiday. The sun was already burning its way through the gingham curtains, yet my watch swore it was only six a.m. A hard shake didn't change its mind, so I sank back beneath the quilt to try and recapture that evasive sleep.

It was no good. From the next room I could hear rustlings, scrapes and muffled giggles. Why should I be overwhelmed with dread? Surely, I should be filled with joy, but the next two weeks yawned like an abyss in front of me. The concept of quiet leafy woods and idyllic picnics had felt like heaven in a slushy February city, but the reality was as disheartening as the mud I'd trodden through to get into the cottage. What do you do with two eight year olds for a fortnight when there are no playgrounds or burger bars?

Then I noticed the rustlings had grown ominously quiet. I couldn't believe they'd gone back to sleep and sat bolt upright, hitting my head soundly on a quaint oak beam. Dazedly I staggered into the other room to find only a deserted bombsite. They'd escaped before the day had even begun. Rubbing my bump, I went to the window to see if the horrors were in the garden.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating, so I rubbed my eyes in the best film star fashion and looked again. There really was a large brown goat lying in a flower bed contentedly chewing on my best T-shirt. I must have dropped it while unloading last night. I didn't know what to do \- would the T-shirt be swallowed before I could reach the garden? As I dumbly watched, a tall dark haired man leapt over the wicket fence between the two cottages and grabbed the goat by a collar on its neck. He pulled the sodden cloth from between the chewing jaws, then tugged the goat towards the back gate. My blood began to boil, he could have at least left the T-shirt dangling on a bush rather than shoving it into his back pocket. So much for honest country folk I snorted with

indignation as I made my way back into my room to get dressed. I was scrambling into my shorts when a loud screech came from the other side of the house. Leaving my nightdress on, I slithered down the steep stairs and into the back garden.

The children were huddled together on the path, slowly backing away from a monster which hissed and snapped at them. Its black and white body had webbed, yellow feet, its head a fiendish red mask and gaping jaws. The irate duck was bearing down on my terrified nephew and niece, who for once were silent, dumbly appealing for rescue. Overcoming my own fear, I ran towards the duck, shouting and waving my arms. My actions only made it angrier, it now flapped huge wings and struck repeatedly at me.

'Get off you brute!' and various expletives had no effect either but at least I was between it and the children.

As if from nowhere, that man appeared and leapt onto the duck, which promptly bit him and flailed about with its wings; with a neat wrench our rescuer forced the bird's neck to the ground, then picked it up, keeping its wings neatly folded under his arm.

'I'm terribly sorry, I'm Mr Richardson's nephew, Andy. He's had to go into hospital for a few days. I've only just arrived...'

'I can see that!' I shouted, anger overcoming fear and manners. 'Your fiendish bird scared the living daylights out of the kids. Can't Mr Richardson keep his livestock under control?' I was just going to mention the goat when Sue burst into tears. 'Now see what you've done!' was my parting shot as I hustled the children indoors leaving Andy speechless on the path.

What was that monster?' sobbed Sue once we were inside.

'Only a silly old duck,' I soothed.

'I want to go home!' they cried in unison, and for a moment I was ready to go with them. How I

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wished we were country people who'd have laughed and chased the bird away. To change their thoughts, I suggested breakfast. We'd just got to cracking the eggs when I realised they were still sat in my kitchen at home.

'Sausages?' I attempted.

'No!' was unanimous.

'I know where there's some eggs.' Sue sped out of the back door and returned promptly, juggling half a dozen large white eggs. 'I saw these last night,' she explained as I took them. 'I bet these are duck eggs, I didn't hear any chickens.'

'Well, I think we're justified in eating them especially after my T-shirt being eaten!' I chuckled.

'What T-shirt?' they cried, just as the doorbell rang. John rushed off and returned towing an embarrassed looking Andy. His huge frame meant he had to duck to enter the kitchen, but it made it easier for me to miss his eye contact.

'I've come to apologise for this morning. I've only just found Albert's letter with instructions for incarcerating the animals. You see, Minnie, the white Muscovy duck is laying in this garden, and Sidney, the drake is protecting her, hence his attack. So, I'm now going to put them under lock and key. I've just to collect the eggs. The greengrocer in the village buys them, then I'll leave you in peace.' After this monologue he paused for breath and my reply, his glance fell inevitably on the pile of broken shells.

'You've come for the eggs,' one voice spluttered.

'And we're going to eat them!' laughed the other.

'And Jane's T-shirt is hanging out of your pocket \- were you eating it?'

The children began to laugh hysterically, pointing at T-shirt and eggs. I began to join in, as much from nerves as humour. Andy's face, a mixture of anger and surprise suddenly creased, and he joined in the laughter.

'I'm sorry,' I gasped, clutching the back of the chair, 'but I felt it was just retribution for all the attacks!'

'Yes, I think we're quits,' and he handed me a piece of soggy green cloth that had once been a T-shirt. This caused more hysterics from the kids.

'Perhaps you would join us in eating our omelette? I'll apologise to the greengrocer personally.'

Andy graciously sat down and was immediately bombarded with animal questions. When they paused for breath, he finally had a chance to reply.

'I'm sorry, I don't know. I live at in Hazeley on the housing estate. I was only too relieved to find the goat didn't need milking. I can catch animals but that's about all.' I looked and saw smart brogues covered in mud and felt a sense of kinship, he was no countryman either.

'But I tell you what,' he continued. 'I've a friend, Chris, he has a farm near here, perhaps you'd all like to come and meet him this afternoon and he'll answer all your questions!' He was looking directly at me, with brown honest eyes, and with a start I realised everyone was waiting for a reply.

'Yes, thank-you so much. As long as it's not too much trouble. I've always lived in the town until these two talked me into bringing them here while their parents are abroad. In fact, I've been worried at just what we were going to do!'

In an awkward pause we all became aware of a familiar hissing. I turned to the window and saw two ducks, one black and white, the other more dainty and white dancing about on the lawn.

'Oh no! I seem to spend all my time apologising,' groaned Andy coming to stand beside me.

'I think I can cope now, I said, suddenly filled with confidence as he stood beside me. 'Will you show me just how you caught them?' As we stalked the birds, I felt with Andy's help, we'd take to country life like ducks to water!

Anna Rashbrook was born in Winchester (UK). Married for 36 years, she has two adult children who wouldn't move to Austria when she moved there in 2007. She teaches English and is concentrating on her writing novels.

You can discover more about Anna on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/anna-rashbrook/
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Laughter is the best medicine!

Contributions by Anthony Randall & Hannah Howe

Esmeralda shouts up the bell tower "Quasi, Quasi, have you seen the wok?"

"Oh no," he shouts back,

"Not Chinese food again?"

"No," she says, "I want to iron your shirt!"

Sensational news! Chocolate makes your clothes shrink. If you don't believe me, eat a full box of chocolates every day for a week and see what happens...

I rang up British Telecom and said: "I want to report a nuisance caller."He said: "Not you again."

I did a gig in a fertility clinic,

I got a standing ovation.

I saw this bloke chatting-up

a cheetah and I thought:

He's trying to pull a fast one.

The advantages of easy

origami are two-fold.

I've decided to sell my Hoover, it was just collecting dust.

I went down the local supermarket.

I said: "I want to make a complaint –

this vinegar's got lumps in it."

He said: "Those are pickled onions Sir."

I've just been on a once-in-a-lifetime holiday.

I'll tell you what, never again.

I went down my local ice-cream shop, and said

"I want to buy an ice-cream."

He said "Hundreds & thousands?"

I said "We'll start with one."

A friend of mine always wanted to be run over by a steam train, when it happened, he was chuffed to bits.

I had a dream last night that I was cutting carrots with the Grim Reaper, I was dicing with death.

I went shopping to our local supermarket on the weekend, as you do. But when I arrived there I found everyone in the car park. So I wandered over to the window and pressed my nose against the glass. Imagine my surprise when I saw two crocodiles strolling down the aisle between the asparagus and the mussy peas. Imagine my amazement when one of the crocodiles turned to the other and said, "Quiet in here today, isn't it..."

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Bushcraft and Wild Camping – Part 1

by Sylva Fae, Alexander Da Rocha and Naomi Tayler

When I'm not writing stories, I love to wander around our little woodland. Being under the trees, feeling the breeze on my skin and watching the changing of the seasons, is simultaneously relaxing and invigorating. It is also the place I find most of my story inspiration. I've always enjoyed camping but I can't quite call myself a wild camper. I'm more of a wild glamper! With three small children, it's not really practical to just set off with a backpack and hammock. We need to plan and pack, we need room for favourite teddies, and if truth be told, I like the comfort of my own pillow. So, while we get out into the wild, we also take along a big tepee tent.

For the last few years, we've dabbled in learning bushcraft skills. I'm proud all my girls can light a campfire with just a ferro rod and striker – no matches for us – and I won't mention that it took me over an hour to master it. We love preparing meals on the fire, and foraging for wild edibles. My children have grown up using knives and axes (under supervision) but we are novices when it comes to the world of bushcraft.

As is often the case with social media, I found a bushcrafting community and before I knew what had happened, I'd been roped in to admin a bushcraft and wild camping group. Alexandre Da Rocha set up the group in the hope that these skills will not be lost in today's technology-based society. As well as being a proper wild camper (no fluffy pillows for Alex), he is also a skilled craftsman and a supportive teacher. He is always keen to share his knowledge and encourage others to have a go.

Alexander Da Rocha – My Crafting Journey

'As a youngster I was never enthusiastic about sitting in a classroom learning theory but loved it when I had my practical classes. Most of all I loved woodwork but I was still not very interested in the normal routine of woodwork classes.

I needed something challenging so I started to do the one thing that most bored me; I read carving books and I finally found something I liked. No, not the reading, but the challenge of making a piece of wood come alive, from roses to animal carvings, they all fascinated me. As I progressed, I found that I was not only carving wood, but the art was carving and shaping who I was, and for a long time it was a part of my life.

I had to stop for a long time but now at 49, I find myself carving again with wood and other materials like bone.

Carving takes me back to my childhood, it makes me more patient and relaxes me, allowing my feelings to be expressed in the carvings I make. When I am out wild camping I will often sit by the fire and whittle a spoon from one of the logs. Once I've finished carving, I often feed it back to where it was intended to go, the fire!

You see for me it's not about how nice the carving turns out, it's all about the journey in making it. I never plan what I carve. I look at what material I have to carve and let my imagination take over.

Keeping my skill alive and enjoying the moment is the important part. So many people are not in touch with craft but yet it is such an important skill and an amazing pastime. I would always encourage kids to do a craft they enjoy.

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I hope my story encourages you to try a craft and remember the outcome is not important it's the learning and enjoyment that will make you want to carry on crafting.'

Inspired by the craftsmen in our groups, I've tried my hand at carving. Sitting around the campfire whittling is a satisfying and therapeutic activity. Sadly, it's not my greatest skill, all my spoon carvings end up more like paddles for miniature canoes. Still, As Alex says, it's the learning and the enjoyment of the experience that is important.

Bushcraft and wild camping is not just a male pastime, our groups are full of many inspirational women too. Their skills range from wild glampers like me, to hardcore wild campers like my friend Naomi Tayler. Naomi often goes solo camping. At first, I was shocked by this, I wondered about the safety of a woman camping alone in the wilderness. I wonder whether I am brave enough to go it alone.

Naomi Tayler \- Solo Wild Camping as a Woman

'I started wild camping in my late twenties. It wasn't a complete departure for me, as I was a keen hillwalker and regularly used campsites for long weekends in Wales. I was at a low point in my life, struggling with the breakup of my first marriage, and I felt an almost desperate to be among the trees. I would pack my rucksack with a sleeping bag and a lightweight bivi (a very basic waterproof cover), walk a few miles from home, and lie on the bracken beneath the trees until morning came.

I did it all wrong. I never told anyone that I was going, or where I would be. I didn't think about my personal safety or my comfort. It didn't matter to me. I just needed the escape. Slowly, despite everything, my overnight excursions healed me.

Life happened, and I met my second husband. I moved to Scotland, and I had my three children, and by the time I remembered how much I loved sleeping in the woods over a decade had passed. I had responsibilities now, and though the trees were calling me again I was nervous. What if I chose the

wrong place? What if someone bad found me? What if I injured myself? I couldn't take the risks I had before I was a mother. My body was far more broken than ten years previously, and I couldn't imagine sleeping on the ground. I didn't know how to go about it anymore.

Eventually fate intervened and gave me the prod I needed. I found some likeminded people on Facebook and learned about hammock camping. Hammocks, I was assured, were the way forward for people with broken bodies. I bought one. I assembled all my old camping stuff and found the lightest bits. I had a destination in mind. But the quiet and solitude I craved were now a mental barrier I hadn't expected, and I couldn't get over it.

Fortunately, one of my new-found online friends came to my rescue and invited me for a night in the woods. I suppose something of my youthful daring remained, because I didn't worry particularly about whether she was a 'safe' person to spend time with. She was, of course, or this would be a very different story, and we are good friends to this day. That night lying in my hammock for the first time, I felt more at peace than I had in years.

The initial mental hurdle cleared, my only obstacle was finding an appropriate time. My husband and I found a date that would suit, and soon I was back out in the woods, this time on my own for the first time in years. I knew the place was well hidden, and being reasonably free of litter I was sure I wouldn't be bothered by local youths. My husband drove me near to my 'spot' and with only the faintest of nerves, I made the short walk to my home for the night. I quickly identified two suitable trees to hang my hammock from, and made my camp. Despite the lack of company, I didn't feel lonely. The trees and wildlife felt like old friends. And, again, I felt the wonderful sense of peace I'd missed for so long.

I've had all sorts of reactions to my hobby. Some are horrified that I camp out on my own, visions

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of psychopaths stalking the woods undoubtedly running through their heads. Realistically, I argue, the woods are far safer than most town centres on a Saturday night. I never advertise when I'm going, and only a very few trusted people know exactly where I'm headed anyway. The great benefits, for me, far outweigh the very unlikely risks.

I don't get out to camp as often as I'd like. My husband's shift pattern doesn't make it easy. But I go out when I can, sometimes with just my border collie (who loves to share the hammock but is a horrible fidget) and sometimes with my eleven-year-old daughter, who has a hammock of her own. Occasionally I meet up with others, and share the peace in a different way.

Whatever has been happening in my life, however stressful, sleeping in the woods is my way to reset. I'm a better mum for it, and I have something meaningful I can share with my eldest child. Now I've found my way back to the woods, I don't intend to stop.'

I can totally understand Naomi's reasons for solo camping and as she said, there are certain precautions she takes to ensure her safety. Nobody wants to take away the fun of wild camping by enforcing rules, but there is a general etiquette and code of conduct we all follow for the good of all. Most of it is common sense but it's worth reading if you are thinking of going wild camping for the first time.

Permission

• Permission to wild camp varies from country to country. For example, it is legal to wild camp in Scotland (with some restrictions), but not in England. That said, it is generally tolerated providing you are discrete and follow etiquette. It is advisable to obtain permission with the landowner before you go camping.

Fire Safety

• Unless you have been given permission by the landowner, you should never light an open fire. Instead, make your fire in a container that protects the earth below from the heat or use a specialist stove to cook your food.

• If you have been given permission for a traditional campfire, learn how to prepare your fire safely so it is not in danger of spreading to the surrounding woodland.

• When you leave your camp, ensure the fire is completely extinguished. If it is too hot to touch, it is too hot to leave.

Personal Safety

• Using knives and axes is potentially dangerous even for the most experienced among us, make sure you have at least a basic first aid kit with you.

• Foraging is fun, but if you are not 100% sure of what the plant / mushroom is, don't eat it! They say all plants are edible, some only once!

• If you are solo camping, or camping in a remote area, make sure someone knows where you will be and when you are due to return.

The Wild Camper's Motto \- Leave No Trace

• Leave the area exactly as you found it – dispose of all waste responsibly.

• Respect the wildlife – leave them alone for your own safety as well as theirs.

• Take nothing from the land – this includes foraging, unless you have permission to do so.

Here in England, the sun is shining, the woods are calling and I'm looking forward to our next camp. Whether you are a glamper, wild camper or solo camper, have fun and remember:

Sylva Fae is a married mum of three from Lancashire, England. She has spent twenty years teaching literacy to adults with learning difficulties and disabilities, and now works from home as a children's writer and illustrator.

Sylva has published several children's books and also writes a blog, Sylvanian Ramblings. Her debut book, Rainbow Monsters won the Chanticleer Best in Category award.

You can discover more about Sylva on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/sylva-fae/

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Checkmate in Two Moves

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You play Black. Look for FORCING MOVES like checks and captures. This will limit the opponent's options. The pattern is a famous one and the mating net is called a "smothered mate".

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Living in the Readers' Imagination

by Estela Vazquez

A friend once said of my drive to write, "It must be something to be in your head." Yes, in my head there are many worlds filled with vibrant characters and their consuming stories that beg to be told. I love creating characters and watching them come alive on the movie screen of my mind. But what I love most is when my characters make themselves at home in the readers' imagination. It would be amazing to see my characters through the eyes of readers. A writer can be very descriptive about a character's likeness, dress, mannerisms, and soul, but to me, it is the reader that fully fleshes out the characters in their mind. Each respective reader has a unique vision of the character and their world. That fascinates me. I love the birthing of my characters, but it is the characters' gift of entertaining, and hopefully enriching, a reader's life that is the greatest gift to me. Having the drive to write may be enough to some, but to me, the drive to entertain is just as strong as my drive to write. Imagination is our passage to other worlds where we can escape our reality and live safely in a world of our choosing.

Our imagination is the door for those with a desire to expand their horizon. When I was a child I believed that writers tapped into other lifetimes to find inspiration for their characters and tales. We may not have the gift of many lives to enrich our

imaginations, but the true gift is that an imagination is something that we all share. A book is a vessel to travel into other times in history, visit other cultures, become intimate with some one's love story or explore a mystery, dive into the fantastical, and entertain ourselves in the privacy of our minds. And it is in that spirit that we all can pick up a book and escape. I am captivated to think that my characters not only come alive in the imaginations of readers but evoke in them personal feelings. I am as equally captivated when I hear that my character solicited the same emotions from readers in different cultures and junctures in life. My characters and their stories are my creations, but the readers who welcome them into their imagination bestow to them the magic of a thousand lives.

The imagination is a magical ground where invention, inspiration, spirit, and individuality grow and expand their roots into reality. The imagination is also a place to escape to other worlds that will not collide with ours, where we can safely explore the unbelievable, impossible and feel outside of our respective reality. A book is like a great key that opens up the imagination. I am grateful for readers that welcome my characters into their imaginations.

Estela Vazquez Perez is an independent novelist who was raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her talent is developing stories that span different genres and are infused with multiple sub-plots. She is an aspiring filmmaker, art lover, avid reader, traveller, and a lover of knowledge. She lives in San Francisco with her two beautiful children.

You can discover more about Estela on the Mon's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/estela-vazquez-perez/

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Ostara Celebration – The Vernal Equinox

by Val Tobin

Ostara is a time of awakening. The Goddess begins to stir in February at Imbolc, and by Ostara, the awakening is complete. It is finally spring, and everything awakens from hibernation and experiences a rebirth with the coming of the sun.

Even in northern climates, the chill is receding. While it is not possible to go barefoot yet in circle, it is probable that you can leave the Arctic boots at home and perhaps even the winter coat. It is the perfect time to work some sympathetic magick to receive the Goddess's many blessings.

Ostara Celebrated During Lent on the Vernal Equinox

Ostara is celebrated during the Christian Lent, which leads up to Easter. Easter falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon of spring. Ostara is celebrated on either March 20, 21, or 22, depending on the position of the sun. On that day, day and night are equal. On the following day, night begins to recede, growing shorter until, at the summer solstice, day reaches its peak.

According to Jeff McQueen, Wiccan and Priest, 1st degree, with the Wiccan Church of Canada, for early pagans it was not only a time to look at what the sun was doing but also a time to look at the moon to gauge the ideal time for planting. McQueen states, "Looking at the equinoxes and at how the sun moves across the sky, you can draw a lot from that and you can apply it. Yes, it's an equal balance of day and night. [The sun is] on the upsurge, so we're going towards the high point. You can see how the season flows from the sun perspective and from an earth perspective too. It's within that time frame that farmers are looking to plant. Depending on how they farm, they may be looking at the moon cycles.

There is a way of looking at the seasonal cycles for planting."

Ostara Celebration Based on Moon Goddess with a Hare Totem

Planting at this time links to the idea of fertility, birth, rebirth, and growth. Ostara, also known as Eostre, is a fertility goddess, and her totem animal is the hare, a symbol of fertility. Ostara and Easter share some common symbols, which originated with the pagan Goddess Ostara. Ostara/Eostre is also associated with eggs, which symbolize birth and life potential. As a moon goddess associated with fertility, Ostara is also connected to reproduction cycles.

McQueen says that at Ostara we have to make sure that the goddess has awakened: "If you personify Ostara or Eostre as such, it is the earth mother waking up again to the horned god who is now a youth prancing around, looking to sow his wild oats. What happens at Ostara is that you want to make sure that she has awakened. So you want to make a little noise and stomp on the ground with the expectation of Beltane coming, where the lady then finds her mate and they go a-maying."

Using Sympathetic Magick for Manifesting in the Coming Season

Sympathetic magick is based on the principle of correspondence, where a sympathetic connection allows one object to stand in for, or represent, another. Reiki healers make use of this principle when doing distance healings using a teddy bear or photograph to represent the client receiving the Reiki energy.

During McQueen's Ostara ritual, eggs are used in sympathetic magick to aid in manifesting what participants would like to reap from the coming season. Each person receives a dyed, hard-boiled egg and a marker with which to draw symbols on the egg. When the ritual is completed, people take home their eggs and either consume them or bury them.

Ostara is a beautiful time, full of promise and renewal. As the days pass, they lengthen and become warmer, allowing plants to spring up from the earth

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and trees to bud. You can take advantage of this time to work some sympathetic magick to boost your abundance, whether that abundance comes in the form of wealth or ideas. The joy and celebration peak at Beltane, the next ritual after Ostara, and one of the two most important Sabbats, Samhain being the other.

Celebrations Before and After Ostara

Imbolc falls prior to Ostara on the pagan Wheel of the Year. It is one of the Greater Sabbats and is celebrated on February 2. The Goddess begins to awaken even though winter still holds sway in the north. Celebrating Imbolc can help to chase away the chill and it is the precursor to the great awakening that

comes at Ostara.

Beltane follows Ostara on the Wheel. It is a favourite for many pagans as this is the celebration that has the maypole and is one of the brightest and liveliest celebrations. It also happens at a time of the year when the veil between the worlds is thinnest.

References-Image: Ostara–Johannes Gehrts via Wikimedia Commons-Bunn, Louise, Book of Shadows: Participant's Handbook for Paganism 101, Vancouver: Louise Bunn, 1998.-Conway, D. J., Wicca: The Complete Craft, Berkeley: The Crossing Press, 2001.-Cunningham, Scott, Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, First Edition, revised, Woodbury: Llewellyn Publications, 2006.-McQueen, Jeff, Priest, 1st degree, the Wiccan Church of Canada.

Val Tobin, formerly a software/web developer, now spends her time writing. She is also a Reiki Master/Teacher and Angel Therapy Practitioner® with advanced training, certified by Doreen Virtue in Kona, Hawaii. She has written numerous novels and some short stories, available at various retailers. In April 2016, Val received her master's degree in parapsychology.

You can discover more about Val on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/val-tobin/

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An Interview with Louise Brogan

Interviewed by Hannah Howe

Fear not, for we approached Louise Brogan in search of answers. Louise helps entrepreneurs to build their business online. Whether you need help with social media, creating your first online course, email marketing, blogging, starting a podcast or working with clients and customers from all over the world, Louise's goal is to help you.

I have an idea for a small business. Where should I start?Start with why \- what will you get out of starting a business? Do you NEED to earn a living? How long will it take you to make the income you are happy with. Who are you going to sell to? How much are you going to charge? Will you have overheads/ costs? Sit down with someone who already has a business for a coffee and go through all these questions. Don't jump into a business until you are ready!

Will I have to invest a lot of money?This depends. If you are providing a service you might need qualifications. I have professional indemnity insurance in my service base business for example. If it is a product based business, then yes, you will have to invest in raw materials/stock etc. The one thing you should have is a webisite \- do not build your business audience on a Facebook or Instagram account because you do not own that real estate online.

Should I join a business group or a society associated with my business?Initially, find a local networking group that doesn't involve paying a large fee to. My local council run free networking groups \- and offer lots of advice to entrepreneurs. Down the line you can think about groups such as FSB or Enterprise Nation.

What are the pitfalls to avoid?Watch out for people trying to recruit you into a

network marketing business! Trust people you already know for advice. Don't shell out tonnes of money for an all singing, all-dancing website if you only need a basic one.

What role should social media play in promoting my business?Social media is a great tool for raising awareness of your business \- groups online are a good source of research about what people do and don't like. Choose one or two social media platforms that your ideal client will be on and don't try to be on every platform.

What are the most effective ways of promoting a small business?Word of mouth is still a fantastic way to get your small business noticed. Once you are up and running, creating your own blog/vlog/podcast will help. Guest blogging on others websites, participating in Twitter chats or Facebook groups; Start to grow an email list so you can reach out directly to your audience. Don't forget your local newspapers \- or if you are a local business, going to local networking groups and leaving flyers at the doctors office are still hard to beat!

What are the most effective ways to locate an audience?Decide who you are trying to reach \- do an Ideal Client exercise \- what does the person you want to sell to, do online. Are they in Facebook groups? Do they hang out on LinkedIn? What are they interested in? Try running some free surveys using tools such as SurveyMonkey and see what they most want to know about your business.

How should I go about building my brand?What does your brand stand for? Who are you trying to reach? Are you friendly, professional, kooky, offbeat? Branding is not about what colours you

Have you ever dreamed of owning your own business?

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have in your logo \- it's how you interact both on and offline. It's how people see your business.

What sparked the initial idea for your business?I was juggling a part time role as IT Project Manager and running a small craft shop while also having three small children. A business mentor could see I was struggling and she suggested to me that I would be good at helping other business owners with their social media (back in 2013 when this was not really a thing!) Social Bee was born!

What are the key elements in your success?I am always learning, always listening. I keep up to date with the twists and turns of online business but mainly I am passionate about what I do and who I do it for!

How do you make your business stand out from the crowd?I focus on helping people \- I don't like BS, and I look for the good in people. Also, locally in NI I have started running local events \- networking and workshops. Connecting with other entrepreneurs is really good too \- for soundboards and collaboration. I seek out other women who believe in the same things I do \- a rising tide lifts all boats!

Once I've become established how should I develop my business?See what is working in your business, and do more of that. Raise your prices regularly \- if people stop buying, then readjust. Ask your audience for their input. Keep the focus on your own business, not others around you.

What do you enjoy most about running your business?The flexibility, being able to work around my family. Helping others and seeing my clients and customers start to make a difference to their own business.

What frustrates you about running a business?You can get stuck in the weeds \- its hard not to get

annoyed about the little things \- and its a challenge to remember to do ALL the THINGS! I have a Virtual Assistant to help me with some admin stuff, and an editor to help with my podcast.

Do you have a strategy for problem solving?Ask others for help! There is no new problem in the world \- someone else has been there and survived it, so ask for help.

Do you have a dream of where your business will be in five years' time?Hmmmm. In the online space, it can change in a year so that is hard. In 6 years time I will be 50 (!) and my daughter will be away at uni... so I would like to be working less hours, and free to travel lots more!

Would you like us to highlight a charity or good cause?More of a way of life \- always be kind. You never know what someone else is going through, so if you can be anything, be kind.

And finally, what are your favourite reads?I love modern literature and writers like Liane Moriarty \- I just finished Michelle Obama's Becoming, which I loved but I don't normally read autobiographies. I love reading magazines \- recently I have got back into reading the Saturday papers and its a real treat to get stuck into the weekend Guardian. In terms of business books, I love Think and Grow Rich for Women, and Built to Sell.

You can listen to Louise's podcast Social Bee Podcast on iTunes or visit www.socialbeeNI.com to find out more. Louise also runs the Social Bee Academy, where she offers training, support, and group coaching on building your business online \- join today for less than the price of your daily coffee fix https://socialbee.teachable.com.

Hannah Howe is the author of the Sam Smith Mystery Series, the Ann's War Mystery Series and the #1 international bestseller Saving Grace. Hannah's books are published by Goylake Publishing and distributed through Gardners Books to over 300 outlets worldwide. Her books are available in print, as eBooks and audio books, and are being translated into ten languages.

You can discover more about Hannah on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:

https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/hannah-howe/

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Discovering Dolgellau

by Millie Slavidou

A beautiful but often overlooked corner of the world lies waiting to be discovered in North Wales. Tucked away in the region of Snowdonia is Dolgellau and its surrounding area.

If you are in search of peace and quiet, in beautiful natural surroundings, any time of year is good to travel there. There are places in the town to stay, of course, or a beautiful option is to go for a little stone cottage outside the town of Dolgellau. There are a few available, and since they have been converted from old 16th century farm buildings and the like, they present a whole experience in themselves. Not to worry, you will fnd that they have been fitted up with modern conveniences, but the renovations have strived to keep much of the original character of the place.

Owing to the nature of old farming communities and their locations, these cottages are in a beautiful setting, with simply marvellous views – who can beat the majestic sight of a mountain rising in the distance?

This means, of course, that it is an ideal place to go walking. Plenty of space for the childen to caper about if you have a family, to get some fresh air and exercise far away from screens and electronics.

Walking is as walking does, of course, but you won't want to do that every day. You can take the opportunity to explore the nearby town of Dolgellau. This is an ancient town, with history groaning from every corner, seeping from the very walls.

The remains of a fort dating back to the days of the Romans have been found nearby, although this is not yet open to visitors.

To experience something of the long history of the town, you can start with a visit to the great ruined arches of Cymer Abbey, founded there in 1198. It is a bit of a walk from the town, around two miles. It is very interesting to see the sight, especially for those with an inclination towards history and archaeological sites. The abbey remains are quite substantial, and it is easy to picture in the mind's eye how it might once have been.

Back at Dolgellau, you might be in the mood for a traditional tea, and here you will find just the place. A lovely little tea shop that used to be an ironmongery, with many of the old fixtures and fittings retained. A perfect setting for a traditional cream tea with home baked scones, local blackberry jam and a hot pot of tea. Who could ask for more?

An activity that has proved popular with those visiting the area from abroad in search of their ancestral roots is the Quaker Trail. Quakers once had a strong community in Dolgellau, and were persecuted for their faith. Today, you can follow in their footsteps around the town, walking through the pages of a famous Welsh novel that tells their story Y Stafell Ddirgel (The Secret Room) by Marion Eames. There is an organised walk through the key historical sites associated with the Quakers, encompassing the ducking stool, the site of the jail where Quakers were incarcerated for their beliefs, the home of Rowland Ellis, a key Quaker who emigrated to Pennsylvania, Cabel Tabor, the first Quaker Meeting House in the area, and another, Tyddyn Garreg, also the site of the Quaker burial ground. If you go on the organised tour, much will be explained of the history along the way. One usually associates ducking stools and witch trials with such places as Salem, but this is also a fascinating dark part of Welsh history.

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Not far from Dolgellau, you can also visit the town of Blaenau and the unexpected treat of its steam railway. This is a matter of half an hour's drive from Dolgellau, and if you have come from abroad, it is worth hiring a car for this. Blaenau is another historical town, but of another sort. This was the site of the famous slate mines that once sent slate all around the world. Today it is a pretty little town, also with its share of teashops. Don't be surprised if the language you hear spoken around you there is not English, for this is still a stronghold of the Welsh language, the beautiful Celtic tongue spoken in the British isles long before the Germanic tribes first landed, bringing with them the languages that would later evolve into English. Welsh is a very different sort of tongue, soft on the ears and a musical pleasure to listen to. Not to worry about communicating, however, the locals also speak English.

Blaenau, or Blaenau Ffestiniog to give it the full name, is home to a steam railway. Yes, a real one, not a tiny one for small children. You can travel in the original first class carriages, once reserved for the upper crust of society. The train takes you on a circuit of Snowdonia, going through the mountains and gorgeous landscapes. It really is like taking a step back in the past – and children have been known to say that it feels like they are riding on Thomas the Tank Engine!

Back to nature now, if you want to see something different, then you will be well rewarded with the beautiful view of Cregennen Lake. Looking out over the water, it is easy to see how the great myths and legends of our forebears arose. You could well picture a hand rising up through the mist shrouded waters of just such a lake, or imagine water spirits and goddesses of the land.

For the more active and sporty visitor, there are activities such as white water rafting and mountain biking. This is a place well worth visiting, and largely undiscovered.

Links to learn more:

http://www.discoverdolgellau.com/en/about/history.aspx

http://www.dwsoga.org.uk/quaker-walk-around-dolgellau

http://www.festrail.co.uk/

Millie Slavidou, author of the Lucy Evans Instaexplorer adventure series for preteens, featuring little snippets of language, and Sparky, a first chapter book for early readers.

You can discover more about Millie on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/millie-slavidou/

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The Life of a Navy Wife

by Kate McGinn

I met my husband through my boss, at the time, and her husband, who just happened to be his brother. It was the summer of 1986 which was also the summer the movie "Top Gun" was released. We went to see it on our second date. The Navy played a huge role in the film. I hadn't any inkling that it would figure prominently in my future.

My exposure to military life wasn't based solely on movies or books I'd read. In 1983, I received a commission as an Army Reserve officer, so my viewpoint was significantly different from someone without a military background. After two years of long-distance conversations, trips to see each other and a ton of letters, my sailor asked me to marry him.

While he was stationed in the Azores, I planned our wedding. Delighted would be a mild term to describe his happiness at missing out on the whole wedding organization scenario. His only stipulation was the wedding had to coincide with his PCS orders (Permanent Change of Station). The date of his orders could be in September or December, so the wedding needed to be planned accordingly.

Today's brides look for the perfect venue a year to a year and a half in advance; but in the Eighties, most of the weddings I attended were simpler affairs with a church wedding followed by a reception in the church hall. After speaking with the priest, we arranged for September with the understanding a delay might occur if his orders were extended. Now, my biggest dilemma would be in my choice of a wedding dress that wouldn't look out of place for either an early autumn or a winter wedding.

The wedding went off without a hitch followed by a quick honeymoon to Kansas City. We couldn't go anywhere too exotic, because the movers were scheduled to pack-out our household goods so their arrival in Texas would coincide with our own. Little did I know at the onset of my newly married state that being in the military is very different from being a military spouse.

The "Navy Wife" is called the toughest job in the Navy. My husband said he knew I'd survive because I was a no-nonsense kind of gal who loved a challenge.

When he said it, I'd retort, "I thought you married me for my sense of humor?"

He'd laugh and say, "Oh, you'll need your humor, too!" Believe me, he was right on both accounts.

When someone joins the military, they sign a commitment to defend and protect 24/7 until their contract is completed. A call in the middle of the night might mean your significant other will be gone for a day or for months at a time. The Navy spouse would be left to keep things running like clockwork. You handle the issues at home, deal with the children, continue to go to work at your own job, and learn to navigate the Navy system, so your spouse focuses their concentration on his/her job.

Going anywhere on the base required you to identify yourself as a dependent, but it wasn't my information they would require but the service member's vital statistics. I knew my husband's social security number better than my own. I was a "dependent" and my husband was my "sponsor". It's a good thing I had a healthy ego, or I might have been offended.

Entering a military base for the first time was intimidating. So many things to remember when you approach the guard gate \-- turn off your headlights, have your ID card ready, don't talk their ear off... Also, don't let your two-year-old hold your ID card. This is a true story, I swear.

There was a long line at the gate of the Naval Air Station, and my son asked, "Look at your picture, Mommy?" I handed my so-called golden ticket back and heard the dreaded "Uh-oh..." My little guy managed to slip the ID into an open gap on the side of the minivan (its presence is another story for another time), and the ID lodged itself between the metal exterior and interior compartment walls.

As I pulled up to the guard, I bit my lip and told him quickly what had happened. I was routed back out of the gate, and then those marvelous folks worked for quite some time trying to get my ID out of the dark confines of my vehicle. These guys had more important things to do and I stop myself from apologizing every ten minutes. But without that ID I wouldn't have access to the base, grocery store or the

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bank or Medical and that wasn't anything I wanted to experience. Something which felt like a horrendous experience at the time has become a funny story to tell years later.

Our lives revolved around the base. We went to church, shopped for groceries and clothing, played golf, went to the movie theater and countless other places on the military installation. We lived both on and off the different bases throughout the years, but our social lives were nevertheless entwined with Navy personnel and their families, no matter where we lived.

I had become a part of the Navy family \-- the military family. We made friends quickly, and our friends changed regularly. As old friends departed for their next assignment, we welcomed newcomers into our midst. We were a close-knit group partly because our friends outside of the military didn't quite grasp the impact of the unique issues we managed.

Nine months before your orders are up, the military member begins to negotiate for new ones. I was eight months pregnant when my husband called me on the phone.

"I hope you won't get mad, but I accepted orders today." I could tell from his voice that he wasn't sure how I would react.

He shouldn't have worried. I love new adventures and responded, "Where are we going?"

"Italy."

I'm sure my scream of delight startled him. "When do we leave?" My hand rubbed over my rounded stomach, and I envisioned having to move as soon as I delivered the baby. Oh, no!

My husband reassured me I hadn't any need to worry. The new baby would require a passport and shots so the move wouldn't happen until the baby was at least four months old.

Moving became out routine. In ten years, our family relocated a total of six times. We moved to different locations four of those times with the additional moves involving a

transition from off-base to on-base housing.

I usually let the movers pack us up, and I would do the unpacking of our household goods. I prided myself at my efficiency at setting up our new home. Everything needed to be in its place including the pictures on the walls within three days of our arrival. Each relocation offered an adventure \-- a new town or country, a new home, a new job, and new friendships.

Every move seemed like a purge, and it was. The government would only pay to transport a pre-determined number of pounds of household goods, and this weight limit included whatever you planned to place into storage. When we prepared to go to Italy, we were living in a four-bedroom home, but we knew the odds of us moving into as large of a residence overseas were small. This meant we shipped only the essentials needed for our new home, storing most of our furnishings and our appliances stateside.

I understood anything I bought would mean I would need to get rid of a similar item. I wish I'd continued the practice, considering the items we've accumulated in the two decades we've lived in our current home.

Every three years or so after we settled in Wisconsin, I'd get antsy. I had grown to like the promise of change that the military had brought into my life. Subconsciously, I'd developed a pattern where every few years, I'd change job I planned our wedding s, take on new projects, volunteer for something new, and/or make a drastic change in our home.

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as the image of our flag was projected onto the screen. I really missed it when we attended the movies elsewhere.

In 2013 we attended our son's boot camp graduation, and I was so proud to see my husband's pride as he watched our youngest son in uniform. I couldn't help but smile at the memory of the phone call a month before he was born and my excitement at going to a distant land.

The role of the Navy wife might be the toughest job in the Navy, but it's also full of adventure, laughter, love, and pride. I'm honored to be a part of this military family.

My husband would walk through the door and find I'd ripped up carpeting, started removing wallpaper or had begun repainting a room for the third time in as many years. I'd enlist his help to rearrange the furnishings to change our visual space. I didn't realize until he complained to me after one more of my 'let's move these heavy pieces of furniture upstairs' sessions that I was finding ways to make changes to my life as a replacement for the excitement of our military life.

Even twenty years later, my heart beats faster at the sound of a jet overhead. I look skyward to catch a glimpse. When I return to a military base, it feels like I've come home. I love visiting the commissary and the Navy Exchange to shop. We often make reservations at the Navy Lodge if there is one in the area we plan to visit.

I miss the sound of Taps being played at dusk. At the first notes of the bugle the base comes to a complete standstill. Traffic stops and pedestrians stand at attention turned in the direction of the spot where the Stars and Stripes was being lowered even if we couldn't see it. Base theaters played the National Anthem before the movie. Everyone in the theater would stand and sing along

Kate McGinn loves a good story. An avid reader, she enjoyed writing short stories and would begin writing a few chapters of a longer work only to set it aside. Two years ago, she decided to begin her first novel, "Exodus", a romantic suspense story and the first book in the Clare Thibodeaux series. Book Two, "Winter's Icy Caress" was published in June 2017. Her third book in the series was published in November 2018. Her current works in progress include a humorous tale about a young woman, Natalie, who is one of the main characters in some of her short stories (Natalie is the main character in "Mucking Around" which can be found in the short story anthology, Bite-Sized Stories V. 2 and also in the recently published "One Million Project: Fiction Anthology" for charity.)

Kate pulls from her own life experiences when writing. She has worked over the years as a registered nurse, an Army Reserve officer, and ran a Bed & Breakfast Inn. Born in New York City, Kate grew up in the Midwest and lived along the Gulf Coast and in Italy for many years before moving to Wisconsin. In her free time, she enjoys reading, golf, hiking, camping, travel and hanging out with a crazy yellow Lab. She and her husband have two adult sons, a lovely daughter-in-law, and live near the Mississippi River in a c. 1855 Greek Revival home.

You can discover more about Kate on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/kate-mcginn/

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Reviews and How the Hell Do You Get Them!

by D.M. Wolfenden

We have all seen the 1-star reviews on Amazon that accuses the author of getting their friends and family to post 5-star reviews for them. I couldn't believe that fifty, five-star reviews would come from friends and family. But hey, I thought, let's see how many friends and family I can get to review my work.

So, back in 2015 I posted everywhere, free books for honest reviews. I even hounded my co-workers (shameful I know, but I learnt my lesson. I haven't asked anyone if they would like a free copy for an honest review since).

In the end, thirty-five people offered to read and review my work, and they all promised to be honest with me and their reviews. All I had to do now was sit back and wait for the reviews to come flooding in.

I got a lot of positive remarks from most people, a couple said they weren't keen on the stories but thought they were well written (Ego now through the roof, it's a wonder I can get through the door with the size my head has grown).

Now the reviews start to come in...

I got two 5-star reviews (hmmm, maybe the 1-star reviewers are right? Maybe friends don't want to upset you?)

Then I got a 4 star review. Cool, four stars is still great.

And then two 3-star reviews. Wait a minute, one of the 3-star reviewers said she loved my book, it was great blah blah blah. Then why did she leave a 3-star review?

Now this played on my mind for a few days, what went wrong? Why couldn't she be honest with me and tell me the truth (she hates my book). Then I re-read the review, it was mostly positive, she had spotted a couple of typos. Apart from that she loved the story. She was honest, I am grateful for that review, and feel honoured she took time out of her life to read and review my book.

So, out of thirty-five free copies of my books I get five reviews, 14% if you want to be technical. So, if all these authors are getting so many 5-star reviews from their F&F's what is their secret? Do they give hundreds of copies? How do they manage to do this? Really, I want to know! Or is it that only around 14% of those reviews come from people that they may know. Food for thought, isn't it.

Dianne Wolfenden writes under DM Wolfenden. II love all things dark and am a horror addict. I grew up watching the old British hammer horror TV movies. Most of my stories have a dark side and one of my friends said they represent me pretty well; a little dark with a lot of heart.

You can discover more about Dianne on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/dm-wolfenden/

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Richard II A Lesson From History

by Mansel Jones

To the medieval mind kings were appointed by God. Therefore, to oppose a king was to challenge God. And yet, repeatedly throughout Richard II's reign challenges were made and opposition remained strong. What provoked such opposition – the man, or his times? What led Richard to believe that he was a God? What were the factors that led to murder and rebellion?

Richard was born in Bordeaux on the 6th of January 1367. He was born into privilege, for his grandfather was Edward III, King of England. Edward III was a man of great military prowess with a number of victories over the Scots and the French to his credit. Richard's father, Edward, the Black Prince, also gained immense respect through his exploits on the battlefield. Edward III and Edward, the Black Prince, set a military example that was difficult to sustain and it would have taken a warrior of exceptional standing to follow in their path. Richard was trained to be a warrior, but as the boy developed into a man it became clear that his interests lay elsewhere.

In June 1376 Edward, the Black Prince, died and Richard was made Prince of Wales. Of course, he had no direct association with Wales, the title stemming from Edward I's insistence that his son, and henceforth the eldest son of every English king, should hold that title and so deprive the native Welsh princes of a royal standing within their homeland.

A year later, on the 21st of June 1377, Edward III died and Richard was crowned king; he was ten years old. A council of Barons governed the country while Richard remained in the care of his mother, Joan of Kent, and noformal date was given as to when Richard would govern for himself. The boy-king was left in limbo while the Barons sampled the delights of power, indulging in practices and policies that would lead to national resentment and revolt.

The summer of 1381 was a hot one. The war with France had rumbled on for forty-four years and money was needed to sustain the conflict. Noble heads were put together and they came up with a novel idea: every man and woman over the age of fifteen, regardless of means, had to pay the Exchequer 12d: the Poll Tax was born. Commissioners were sent out across the country. They collected the tax,

but when the pennies were counted, something did not add up; it seemed as though many people had simply disappeared; they had faded into the shadows at the sight of the commissioners. The Crown's tax gathering methods became more heavy-handed and the initial resentment against the tax spilled over into open revolt. In June, men from the east of England marched towards London, many of them 'peasants', some of them lords and knights. They looted abbeys and destroyed the tax records; they arrived at London and demanded to see the king. At that stage, they did not hold Richard responsible for the Poll Tax, for the tax being levied in his name. Their anger was directed at Richard's uncle, John of Gaunt, and his advisors, but John of Gaunt was away at the time, on the Scottish border. It was left to Richard to confront the rebels, and this he did, agreeing to their demands. He agreed to end bonded labour and to allow the peasants to sell their produce at the place, and to the people, of their choice. He also agreed on a reduction in land rent, to 4d per acre and he promised that there would be no reprisals once the revolt had died down. The king signed a charter and many of the rebels went home. However, a group of rebels led by Wat Tyler demanded more; they insisted on the abolition of the aristocracy, except for the king. Also, they demanded the abolition of senior clergy, the setting up of local courts and a redistribution of wealth from the Church and the nobility to the common people. Once again, Richard agreed to their demands and a just society, pregnant in the rebels' minds, was about to be born. Then, the Mayor of London stabbed Wat Tyler in the neck. Wat Tyler was captured and executed; the rebels surrendered. A backlash followed and the rebels were captured and executed without trial; many of the leaders were hanged, drawn and quartered.

Richard was only fourteen years old at the time of the Peasants' Revolt. He showed a tremendous amount of courage in confronting the rebels. However, by agreeing to, and then by disavowing their demands, he also disappointed them. The rebels had organised their march upon London through a series of coded messages; no doubt messages of disappointment, hinting at betrayal, now swept across the country. The rebellion had been crushed. However, the resentment still festered; for now, the king did not

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need his common people, but the common people must have been left wondering if they were still in need of a king.

In 1382 Richard moved on to more personal and pleasurable matters: he married Anne of Bohemia. Anne was the daughter of Emperor Charles IV. After their marriage Anne remained a constant companion, always at Richard's side. The king's court took on new fashions and manners with pointy-toed shoes, known as crackowes or poulaines, becoming popular. In addition, men started to wear built-up shoulders and collars along with tight hose and long sleeves that swept down to the floor. The court also took to using handkerchiefs and eating with forks.

During his teenage years Richard took a more active role in the governance of the country. By 1384 he felt in a position to assert his authority and he assumed personal rule. Maybe he was still too young, maybe he had been badly schooled or maybe the nobles at court resented a weakening of their powers; whatever the reason, Richard continued to make enemies, he continued to make political mistakes and he continued to set a dangerous tone.

Richard had many enemies, but he also had friends. He created a 'duketti' and he numbered amongst his favourites Sir Thomas Despenser, Edward of Aumerle, Michael de la Pole, the earl of Suffolk and Robert de Vere, the earl of Oxford. His courtiers were considered 'more valiant in bed than in battle' and they dressed 'as if going to a party and not to war'. Despite his predilection for the company of men, ladies became more popular at Richard's court, in particular Blanche, Lady Poynings.

Opposition to Richard's policies led to the impeachment of the chancellor, Michael de la Pole, in October 1386. A committee of government was set up in Westminster and Richard was reduced to travelling around England while he awaited the judges' decision as to the legality of his position. In support of the king Robert de Vere gathered an army, but it was defeated at Radcot Bridge on the 20th December 1387. After this defeat, Richard was compelled to yield to his opponents and the 'Merciless Parliament' ensued. During this parliament many of the king's supporters were beheaded and Richard was left to ponder his mistakes.

Richard asserted his majority in May 1389. He appointed a new set of councillors and the next eight years saw a period of more conciliatory rule. Nevertheless, during this period he introduced a new badge of affinity, the white hart, worn by his supporters and, instead of 'my lord', the Barons were encouraged to address Richard as 'your majesty', 'your highness' or 'most serene prince and lord'. As Richard's enemies mounted he became more concerned about his personal security and to that end he employed a bodyguard of Cheshire archers who remained constantly at his side.

Anne of Bohemia died in 1394 and with her death Richard returned to his autocratic ways. Maybe his actions were affected by grief, or maybe Richard missed Anne's calming influence. Whatever the reason, opposition and criticism were no longer tolerated at court and Richard even went on a rare campaign, to quell a rebellion in Ireland.

In 1396, two years after Anne of Bohemia's death, Richard married Isabella, daughter of Charles VI, King of France; Isabella was six years old. The marriage was a political one, a bond to seal a proposed thirtyyear truce, agreed by the kings of England and France. Richard appears to have treated Isabella well. In the short-term the marriage was unlikely to produce any children and so Richard had no immediate prospect of siring an heir. Even so, no mistresses or bastard offspring are recorded.

The summer of 1397 saw Richard in dominant mood. He dismissed parliament and he arrested his former opponents, the duke of Gloucester, the earl of Arundel and the earl of Warwick and he charged them with treason. The earl of Arundel was later executed while the earl of Warwick was imprisoned on the Isle of Man. Meanwhile, the duke of Gloucester was murdered in Calais. For Richard, a decade of resentment had been appeased and, if needed, contemporaries were left in no doubt that the king would tolerate no form of dissent.

In 1398 a quarrel between John of Gaunt's son, Henry Bolingbroke, the duke of Hereford, and Thomas Mowbray, the duke of Norfolk resulted in the duke of Norfolk being exiled for life while Bolingbroke was banished for ten years. Shortly after these sentences were announced John of Gaunt died and Richard

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throne for hours in silence and he loved having his portrait painted. He had an eye for interior design. He adored dancing and he took delight in showing off his clothes. Richard was devoted to the cult of St Edward the Confessor. A keen relic collector, in 1398 he acquired a tooth of St John the Baptist. He was fond of hunting, of hawking and of breeding horses. In addition, he took an interest in geomancy and astrology. Richard was a diligent observer of saints' days and he took great pleasure in listening to sermons. A man of great piety, Richard identified strongly with the Almighty; to his fellow rulers he complained that his enemies were rebelling against 'King Christ the Lord'.

Richard preached peace and unity, but he stirred up great opposition and resentment. With hindsight it is easy to look back and view a person's character and see their flaws. More relevant than hindsight, however, is the reaction of Richard's contemporaries: when the king called upon the common people to fight for his cause they turned their backs and walked away. In 1381 Richard had the chance to create a fairer society for all his people. True, he was young, he was inexperienced, but the reality was he had no inclination to seize that chance. Throughout medieval Europe kings held on to the notion that they were appointed by God. Yet, as the preacher, and leading figure in the peasants' revolt, John Ball said: 'When Adam delved and Eve span, who then was a gentleman?' In other words, people are born as equals. And, as Richard ultimately discovered, that is a humbling fact.

took his lands into royal possession.

Meanwhile, the rebellion resurfaced in Ireland and in the summer of 1399 Richard set out to pacify the insurgents. Seizing his chance, Henry of Bolingbroke landed on the Yorkshire coast, winning the support of the earl of Northumberland. After gathering further support Bolingbroke marched across the country while Richard set sail from Ireland, landing in Wales. In his hour of need, Richard called upon his people to rally to his standard, but his words fell on deaf ears. Richard was captured by Bolingbroke and he was forced to abdicate. After his abdication, Richard was imprisoned in Pontefract castle. There, he was either murdered or starved to death in January, 1400.

As for Richard the man, he enjoyed fine clothes and fine food. He was a patron of the arts and literature. Cultivated in the extreme, he was impressed by French culture and custom. He employed French cooks in his kitchens and he followed European fashions in clothing and cooking. He had a cookbook produced in his name, The Forme of Cury. His instincts were inclined towards peace, and not war, with France. This attitude did not please his Barons because peace denied them the chance to fill their purses with ransom money, with plunder and with the spoils of war. Richard read for pleasure, not business. He enjoyed rituals, public ceremonies and pageantry; he enjoyed being the centre of attention and he expected his courtiers to kneel if his gaze fell upon them. Furthermore, he was content to sit on his

Mansel Jones has been researching and writing about medieval history for the past forty years. He is an acknowledged expert in his field and academics and universities seek his views. He is the author of A History of Kenfig, Pendragon and Tangwstyl.

You can discover more about Mansel on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/mansel-jones/

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You Say Psychiatrist, I Say Psychologist

by Hannah Howe

My Sam Smith Mystery Series features psychologist Dr Alan Storey. Occasionally, reviewers refer to Dr Storey as a psychiatrist, which invites the question: what is the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist?

Psychology is the scientific study of the mind and behaviour of humans and animals. As a social science the aims of psychology are to understand individuals and groups through a set of general principles and through research into specific cases.

The roots of psychology can be traced back to the ancient civilisations of China, Egypt, Greece, India and Persia. Aristotle and Plato wrote about the mind while in the 4th century BC, Hippocrates identified that emotional disorders had a physical rather than a supernatural cause. The teachings of Confucius and Buddhism added to our knowledge.

During the Age of Enlightenment, psychology became a 'hot' topic. Many notable thinkers, including Rene Descartes, John Locke, Immanuel Kant and John Stuart Mill expressed opinions on the subject. While in the nineteenth century, Charles Darwin's Theory of Relativity invited more radical thought.

As the tree of psychology grew, inevitably, it developed numerous branches, or schools. These included: Psychodynamic, Behaviourism, Cognitive, Humanistic, Bio-Psychology and Social-Cultural. Dr Alan Storey is a Humanistic Psychologist, someone who believes in an holistic approach to human existence with the emphasis on creativity, free will and the positivity of human potential. Humanists also believe that we need to fulfill an hierarchy of needs,

outlined in the graphic below, before we can achieve self-actualisation, the process of realising and expressing our capabilities and creativity.

In contrast, psychiatry is a medical discipline devoted to the diagnosis, prevention and treatment of mental disorders. These disorders include various problems related to behaviour, cognition, mood and perceptions.

The earliest known texts on mental health stem from Ancient India. Indeed, psychiatric hospitals were established in India in the 3rd century BC. Moving through the centuries, specialist hospitals such as the Bethlem Royal Hospital were established in medieval London.

By the turn of the eighteenth century, asylums were rare. However, by the beginning of the twentieth century they had become familiar landmarks on the landscape. Psychiatrists believed that asylums were the answer. Unfortunately, these asylums created problems such as institutionalism, which led, in the late twentieth century, to more enlightened thinking and a wider range of treatment options for the patient.

So, to answer our initial question, what is the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist? Psychologists focus extensively on psychotherapy and treating emotional and mental suffering in patients with behavioral intervention. Whereas, through their medical training, psychiatrists can prescribe medications and therefore they spend some of their time with patients on medication management as a course of treatment.

For detailed advice about psychological and psychiatric issues please visit your medical practitioner.

You can discover more about Hannah on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:

https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/hannah-howe/

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Being a Writer With a Chronic Illness

by Helen Pryke

Back in 2014, I had what I thought was flu. I was ill for a week with a temperature, aches and pains, all the typical flu symptoms. But I noticed that, even though I was better, I was still getting a low-grade temperature every evening, accompanied by an overwhelming tiredness. After some weeks of this, I went to the doctor, who sent me off for some blood tests. It turned out I'd had glandular fever, or the Epstein-Barr virus.

A few months later, I was no better so my doctor sent me to a rheumatologist. After a whole battery of tests over the course of two years, none of which were conclusive, they decided I had an auto-immune disease, which had been triggered by the virus. Now I had to do even more tests to find out which one.

I published my first book in November 2016. I'd written Walls of Silence several years earlier, while going through a particularly stressful separation from my first husband, who had psychologically abused me for 23 years. Writing this book was a way of getting rid of all the hurt, anger and frustration I had inside me.

In the meantime, my symptoms were getting worse. I now had a low-grade fever all day, every day, and various aches and pains, particularly in my hands. I also got tired very easily, and couldn't do as many things as before.

I was working as a translator and a proofreader, as well as writing more books, and some days were really hard. Brain fog isn't just an excuse, it's real and it's frustrating. I would have to look up the simplest words as my brain wouldn't work properly, and some days I wouldn't be able to work at all. Battling through it wasn't an option – I tried, believe me, and ended up even worse than before. It would take me up to a week to recover!

I've slowly had to accept the limitations my illness

put on me – nowadays, if I'm not feeling too good I take the day off and lie on the sofa, reading or watching TV. It's better to lose one or two days than a whole week, and I've learned to listen to my body. I no longer work as a translator, although I still do proofreading, and I try to write something every day if I can. I've found that I work best from 8am to about 11am, so dedicate those hours to my latest book or a client's work. I spend the afternoons reading – I get through a lot of books every year!

Five years later, I still don't have a definite diagnosis for my illness, although we're getting close. I've had to adapt my life and learn to accept help from my second husband and my family, which hasn't been easy. The one thing I can still do is write – I've published 5 more books since the first one, and am planning to write a few more this year if I can. Being an indie author, it's tiring having to do everything – after I've finished writing a book, going back over it after it's been to my editor, and listening to feedback from my beta readers, I have to format both the ebook and paperback versions, work with my son to create the covers, and market and promote it. I also have a Facebook page and Twitter and Instagram accounts where I try to be active most days. All writers have to juggle many things during the day, but sometimes I've used up all my energy by 9am just by writing a couple of posts and comments.

By knowing my limits and listening to my body, I've finally learned how to use my time and energy to the fullest. There are days when I still get frustrated, of course, but these are far outweighed by the days I manage to write something, how much or little it may be. Having a chronic illness is frustrating, debilitating, and exhausting, but it doesn't mean I have to give up the things I love the most. With some changes to my lifestyle, and a lot of self-love, I know that I can do everything I want – it might just take me a little longer than I thought.

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Helen Pryke is a British author who has been living in the north of Italy for almost 30 years, learning everything about Italians, their culture, and their way of life. She now considers herself more Italian than British, even though she has never lost her British accent. Addicted to coffee and chocolate, she has also developed a passion for good food, having married an Italian who is a wonderful cook!

Helen writes emotional women's fiction set in Italy that deals with the difficult subject of abuse in a sensitive way. She also writes middle grade fiction under the pen name, Julia E. Clements. When she's not writing, she works as a proofreader for indie authors. She loves reading, and will read anything and everything.

You can discover more about Helen on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/helen-pryke/

Mr. Bazalgette's Agent

Reviewed by Hannah Howe

Mr Bazalgette's Agent is the first British detective novel to feature a professional female detective. Written by Leonard Merrick and published in July 1888, Mr Bazalgette's Agent slipped into obscurity partly because the author disliked the book and set about buying and destroying all the copies he could lay his hands on. However, despite the occasional use of words that we now find offensive, history has been kinder to the story and the book is now regarded as a novel of some worth.

Mr Bazalgette's Agent chronicles the adventures of twenty-eight-year-old Miriam Lea. Unemployed, Miss Lea responds to an advertisement placed by Mr Alfred Bazalgette's private detective agency. She secures a position with the agency and her first task is to find Mr Jasper Vining, a banker's clerk, who has absconded with a large sum of money. The trail leads to Europe and the diamond mines of South Africa, familiar territories to the author, Leonard Merrick.

Leonard Merrick was born in London in February 1864 as Leonard Miller. His family were prosperous and young Leonard enjoyed a privileged education. In his late teens Leonard Miller changed his name to Merrick when he embarked on a career as an actor. The profession did not satisfy him so he turned to writing. His first novel, Mr Bazalgette's Agent, was not a critical or commercial success. Even so, he persevered eventually achieving success and the accolade 'the novelist's novelist', offered by J. M. Barrie, creator of Peter Pan. Despite receiving rewards and accolades, Leonard Merrick was admired more by his fellow writers than by the public, which is something many authors of today can identify with.

You can discover more about Hannah on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:

https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/hannah-howe/

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An Interview with Aran Jones

Interviewed by Millie Slavidou

Aran Jones, Joint founder of SaySomethingIn... Language Learning Website

Together with Iestyn ap Dafydd, Aran Jones is the founder of the language learning website SaySomethingIn.com. This initially started out as Say Something in Welsh, but has gradually expanded to include Spanish, Dutch, Cornish, Manx and Latin.

Aran Jones had a varied childhood, in that he lived in a number of different countries; England, Germany, Portugal, Sri Lanka and Malaysia, and continued this lifestyle into adulthood by living in Zimbabwe and Dubai before returning to the UK and settling in Wales, his ancestral homeland. Hearing other languages was therefore a norm for him, although he did not speak any other than English. However, his grandfather had been a Welsh speaker, and so he set about learning Welsh as a second language only as an adult, using the Wlpan course.

Following this, he had the idea to make a series of lessons with a new approach to learning Welsh, building on his own experience of what he found helpful and useful as a learner. He was also no stranger to teaching, having worked as an English language teacher before returning to the UK. He created a set of 15 audio lessons using the northern dialect of Welsh, with his wife Catrin, and asked his friend Iestyn ap Dafydd to create versions using the southern dialect. The Say Something In brand grew from there. This year, the business marks its 10th anniversary.

Jones has also written a book on his methodology: High Intensity Language Training: An introduction to the key principles, available on Amazon Kindle.

What brought you to this field of work?I was an English teacher overseas in my 20s, and I'd lived overseas for a lot of my childhood \- wherever I went, I tried and failed miserably to learn the language. When I came home to Wales, I finally became bilingual \- and learning another language successfully, after so many failures, triggered a new curiosity in what did and didn't work with language acquisition.

What shaped your approach to language learning?My years of failure, and my first taste of success \- they planted the idea in my mind that just maybe I hadn't been dreadful at languages at school \- maybe I hadn't been hopeless at learning as an adult \- perhaps it had been how they were being taught, rather than my own levels of ability. Once I started thinking like that, I became keen to find out which elements of language learning triggered the results \- so I began with a very minimalist approach, which has only gradually broadened over time.

What makes your courses stand out from the rest?This is really a question for our learners, I think \- but for me, the major difference is that I don't believe there is any need to 'learn' grammar in order to speak correctly. In fact, I don't think that grammar as we usually think of it actually exists \- I think if we are exposed to enough different word combinations, we figure out which words fit into which others (as if they were pieces of lego) and grammatical speech is an emergent property of that dynamic system.

The age old question: why learn a second language?Why open another window on the world? Because you see new and beautiful views.

Have there been any studies into the benefits of second language acquisition?Yes, lots, particularly with regards to the onset of dementia (Ellen Bialystok is an important figure in this field) and also with regards to the cognitive advantages that it gives. It seems amazing now to think that even 50 years ago, there were still people who believed that multilingualism could be an

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educational disadvantage, which we now know is completely the wrong way round.

Do you think linguistic skills help to develop other skills or offer lifestyle advantages?Research into neuroplasticity in the last twenty years or so has shown very clearly that the brain operates broadly on a 'use it or lose it' basis \- and one of the most challenging (and therefore valuable) brain exercises is code-switching \- swapping between languages (even if you're a fairly recent learner). And, of course, being able to speak to someone in their own language is one of the fastest ways to establish real, human connnection \- which I think makes learning other languages one of the most valuable and rewarding things anyone can do.

Is a native language vital to the survival of a nation's culture?This is a complicated question. Perhaps the simplest answer is that where smaller languages die, the cultures that were intertwined with them don't necessarily disappear altogether \- but they certainly change, sometimes beyond recognition \- and sometimes they are lost altogether. Perhaps a better way to approach this is to say that where smaller languages survive, cultural diversity is far more likely to do the same.

What is the best way to bring a foreign language into our daily lives?Other people. Online if it has to be online, but real, flesh-and-blood other people. Once you start to get to know someone through the medium of a different language, the entire game changes. You have more motivation, you get more enjoyment, and eventually the other language is just a natural part of a sub-sector of your life.

Do you have any advice for people who would like to learn a second language, but are daunted by the challenge?There is a lot of fear and uncertainty around language learning \- most of us left school feeling that we were 'just bad at languages', but the truth is that mos schools are very bad at teaching languages. Perhaps two things are most important for beginners \- get to know some other people who speak (or are learning)

the language you want (online or offline), and then start small \- map out a short conversation you want to have, and then practice having that conversation with someone you know, like and trust. That will give you natural, usable language from the very beginning \- and the more short conversations you add to your repertoire, the more flexible and confident a speaker you'll become.

How has the growth of the internet changed language learning potential?Beyond measure. It's created faster feedback loops for methods \- approaches that aren't successful wither very quickly online (unless they're backed by huge amounts of advertising money!) \- but it's also made it easier than ever before for people to have friends who speak other languages. And it's only just beginning \- we're learning all the time about how to tap into more and more human potential, and I don't think it's going to be all that long before the world of English speakers (which has tended to be monolingual) becomes as naturally multilingual as countries in Africa or Asia.

Do you know any cases where a family of native English speakers have successfully switched to a new home language?That's actually not an uncommon event in the parts of Wales where Welsh is still the community language \- in fact, our advanced content manager, Beca Brown, comes from a family who did exactly that. Her parents decided to change the language of the home when she was about 12 or 13, and she's now indistinguishable from a first language Welsh speaker.

What are your next plans for SaySomethingin? We're working on an algorithm-driven system that will allow us to produce SaySomethingin Method courses quickly in other languages \- direct translation doesn't work \- and we're currently talking to a global publisher about a possible partnership, so if we can agree terms there, we might be able to move much faster. If we manage to grow more, our main aim is to offer more (and more practical) support for learners of smaller languages, and those language communities themselves.

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Would you like us to highlight any charities or good causes?TyHafan.org do wonderful work in providing palliative care to children with serious illnesses.

And finally, what are your favourite reads? If I could only choose one book to keep, it would be 'War and Peace' \- I think it's a dreadful pity that people think of it as a difficult book, because it's such a brilliant, loving portrayal of humanity in all

our glory and stupidity. Meanwhile, I'm revisiting the glorious 'Watership Down' by reading it to my children, and also currently loving Naomi Novik's 'Temeraire' series and Marie Brennan's remarkably unusual Lady Trent series (I must admit to having a soft spot for dragons).

Last month my short story, After the Affair: Abbi's Story was published in Mom's Favorite Reads. This month I'm offering the opportunity to find out what happened to Abbi in the lead up to After the Affair. I'm giving away two signed copies of A Sorry Affair, the lead up to After the Affair. All you have to do is click on the link and enter the secret code, MOMS in the comments box. Two lucky winners will be picked at random on 30th March 2019.

All entrants will receive the first chapter free, so what is there to lose?

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Two Signed Copies of A Sorry Affair

by Kirsten Nairn

Kirsten Nairn lives in Scotland with her husband, two children, and many pets. A Sorry Affair is her first novel but there are many more at various stages of editing and proof reading. 2019 will be the year of publishing! One other thing...Kirsten writes in secret. No one, not even her family know she has published a book!

You can discover more about Kirsten on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/kirsten-nairn/

Millie Slavidou, author of the Lucy Evans Instaexplorer adventure series for preteens, featuring little snippets of language, and Sparky, a first chapter book for early readers.

You can discover more about Millie on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/millie-slavidou/
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Samodivi — Witches of Darkness or Thracian Goddesses?

by Ronesa Aveela

Veelas, Wilis, Yuda, Samovili, Vili. These are a few names of nymphs of Slavic folklore, each group a little different from the Bulgarian Samodivi.

Are they real or merely myths that have survived throughout the centuries? Who are these creatures? Where did they come from? And why do people fear them so much they are willing to leave their homes and move to another village or town?

You may be familiar with some of these nymphs already. The beauty and enchantment of Veelas has been portrayed in the Harry Potter series, and Wilis in the ballet "Giselle" dance men to their death.

But who are the Samodivi? Where did they come from?

Let's start with their name. Samo (alone) and diva (wild), so "Wild alone" or "Wildalone." What exactly does that imply? First off, although diva describes them as wild creatures, the word also comes from divine. In fact, it has been said the Samodivi were daughters of the Thracian goddess Bendis. What samo signifies is they shun interaction with people. When humans come across a Samodiva, the nymph may harm them or befriend them, depending on her mood.

Being the daughters of Bendis (often associated with Artemis, the Greek goddess who was a protectress of nature), Samodivi have a special connection with nature and have the power to heal using herbs, and so their role is to protect the forests and its inhabitants. They are a symbol of the coming spring, the awakening of nature. Each year on Blagovets, March 25, they return from their secret winter village in Zmeykovo (Dragon Village) to the human world and go back to their own world in late fall.

These nymphs are renowned for their beauty, power, and magical seductive voices. Described as blonde women with long, curly hair, they are enchanting mythological creatures who have been portrayed for centuries in Bulgarian folklore — in fairy tales, poems, and legends passed from one generation to another. Numerous legends about them are still alive, and people in Bulgaria claim to still see them in forests and near water bodies.

Most often their eyes are bright and light blue (although sometimes green). People with blue eyes have long been attributed with being able to connect to the spiritual world and cast the "evil eye" to harm others. Samodivi wear white robes made out of moon beams along with a green, golden, or rainbow-colored belt. A wreath of wild flowers adorns their heads and it, along with their clothing, is a source of healing and magical power. The Samodivi carefully guard their clothing so men cannot steal them. Sometimes they are careless when they bathe, and a man captures her source of power, forcing the Samodiva to live with the man and have his children, until she finds the stolen garment and escapes.

On occasion, Samodivi choose to associate with humans. They befriend women who have been kind to them and teach these women how to use nature to heal. A Samodiva may also willingly marry a

Artemis Bendis Louvre CA159.jpg, from Wikipedia Commons

Samodivi painting by Nelinda
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man and have his children. Those offspring become legendary heroes.

Then why are people afraid of Samodivi?

One reason is because Samodivi love to perform the horo circle dance under the moon in forest glades. Better yet they prefer it if the dancing is accompanied by the music of the kaval, or shepherd's pipe. In many tales, they seduce and kidnap a shepherd to play for them.

In some ways, Samodivi are similar to the "Dames Blanches" (White Ladies), Fées from French mythology and folklore who also live near caves and caverns. La Dame d'Apringy from Normandy is one well-known Dame who forced humans to dance with her before she allowed them to pass through a ravine she lurked by. Anyone refusing to participate was thrown into the thistles, while those who danced were unharmed.

In a similar fashion, Samodivi entice people who disturb their dance to join in with them until dawn breaks. Humans are unable to keep up with the wild, fast pace of the Samodivi, and die from exhaustion. Or according to some tales, the Samodivi take the fallen person's eyes and heart. People in remote villages still believe that trespassing on a Samodiva's special places will cause them harm, even blindness.

Samodivi cause havoc in other ways as well. In remote villages, people pay respect to them and are afraid of these creatures who can seduce men with their beautiful songs. In Bulgaria, small villages have been deserted, locals afraid of the powers of the nymphs. Stories circulate about a man who was found dead in the woods, murdered and left naked. The common belief is that this was done by Samodivi. People see flashes of white among the trees and claim they are the Samodivi.

In another story, the mysterious disappearance of men has often been attributed to them being captured by Samodivi. A story tells of a village where five men disappeared. Two were eventually found, but they had no recollection of what happened.

Samodivi and their world are portrayed in Mystical Emona: Soul's Journey as close as possible to the way legends describe them. The excerpt below will help you envision them as they dance beneath a full moon.

A soft, slow music drifted toward him as he neared the cheshma. Several women held hands and danced in a circle around the ancient walnut tree, a blue light glowing at its base. Wreaths of flowers crowned their unbound hair, their locks gliding over their shoulders. Their long white robes fluttered like lustrous moths under the shimmering moon.

At the edge of the glade, a shadowy image, playing a long flute-like instrument, cast out eerie notes. They hung over the darkness like a delicate silk net, enfolding the women within its threads. The longer Stefan listened, the more the sound hypnotized him.

The tempo of the music quickened, and the women kept pace with it. Their feet danced through the dewy grass, while their bodies, bathed in silver and gold rays of moonlight, twirled closer together, narrowing the circle around the tree. Their dance became wild and erratic, their voices louder, filling the night with a chilling sound.

A final shrill note reverberated through the air. The women released hands, raised them to the sky, and began whirling in a frenzied torrent. The belts around their robes loosened and slid to the ground. As the note faded, the women lowered their hands. Their robes, too, slipped off and drifted away, leaving nothing on their gleaming bodies but the magical light of the moon. Stefan's sharp intake of breath caught in his throat at their loveliness. Unable to tear his eyes from them, he envisioned the scene captured on canvas.

Then, the flutist played a soft melody. The women lifted their faces to the moon and sang strange words. Stefan listened in awe to the splendor of their voices, as their bodies, like exotic flowers gliding back and forth in the breeze, swayed to the rhythm of the trees. Their words encircled him, as if the women themselves surrounded him. He glanced around, but the night revealed nobody except the dancing women before him.

The existence of Samodivi (Wildalone) has not been proven and may never be. Sightings of them may simply represent fear and respect of the unknown and of nature. When we don't understand something, we call it magic, witchcraft, or evil, but in reality, it's an issue we don't want to face.

Samodivi and Bendis, painting by Nelinda
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Ronesa Aveela is "the creative power of two." Two authors that is. The main force behind the work, the creative genius, was born in Bulgaria and moved to the US in the 1990s. She grew up with stories of wild Samodivi, Kikimora, the dragons Zmey and Lamia, Baba Yaga, and much more. She's a freelance artist and writer. She likes writing mystery romance inspired by legends and tales. In her free time, she paints. Her artistic interests include the female figure, Greek and Thracian mythology, folklore tales, and the natural world interpreted through her eyes. She is married and has two children.

Her writing partner was born and raised in the New England area. She has a background in writing and editing, as well as having a love of all things from different cultures.

Together, the two make up the writing of Ronesa Aveela.

You can discover more about Ronesa on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/ronesa-aveela/

Regular readers of my reviews will know I am a big fan of Paulette Mahurin's historical fiction. When I realised there was one of her books I had yet to read, I quickly set about to remedy that oversight.

The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap did not disappoint in any way. Set in 1895 in a small Nevadan town, Mildred and her cousin Edra had long ago realised their attraction to each other and as time had passed they had developed a deep and loving relationship, always cognisant of the effect such a relationship would have in their small town, should it ever become known. Like all small towns Red River Pass was a hotbed of gossip, much of it generated from the telegrams from the outside world that would bring news and were posted on the public noticeboard outside the General Store. When news came of Oscar Wilde's conviction and imprisonment for homosexuality in England, tongues and minds turned to the evils and sins of same-sex relationships. For Mildred and Edra, they walked a very taut tightrope

that threatened to drop them at any point. The pair had always shunned the local gossips, but when things get tight, it is often surprising where true friends and allies can emerge from.

What I've always loved about Mahurin's writings is her ability to weave true life events from the past into a fictional tale which conveys relevance to the happenings of the time. She has excelled at this in the past and does so again, here. Her messages of love, tolerance and understanding shine through her works and are as equally applicable (perhaps even more so) today as they were in 1895.

I don't know how I ever missed reading this before, but I am truly glad to have done so now. As a fellow author, I doff my cap to Mahurin, who shows me regularly what I could also be capable of. Having excellence to aim for is always a challenge and Mahurin always provide excellence in reading. I cannot recommend this book highly enough and happily award it the FIVE STARS it fully deserves. .

The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap

Reviewed by Grant Leishman

You can discover more about Grant on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/grant-leishman/
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Megalopolis Manila \- Getting Around

by Grant Leishman

Metro Manila, the Capital of The Philippines is a sprawling metropolis that covers an area of approximately 250 square miles. Into that area are crammed a contentious number of people. The 2015 census would tell us that 12.8 million people live in the Metro, but to listen to media reports and other sources, numbers of 20 million people are often quoted. Whichever is right probably doesn't matter, either way, it's an awful lot of people crammed into such a tiny area. I've heard Metro Manila called the most populous city in Asia and I wouldn't bet against it. Wherever you turn there are people.

Metro Manila is actually a conglomeration of sixteen separate cities and one municipality, that form the Metro, or as it is often called, The National Capital Region (NCR). The largest of these cities by population and by area is Quezon City at just over 62 square miles, with a population of almost 3 million. The smallest of the cities is San Juan at just less than 2.3 square miles and a population of only 121,000 people. The other 14 cities sit in between with the Capital, Manila itself being at just on 15 square miles, with a population of around 1.7 million people. To give you some perspective on that, Auckland City, with a population of just on 1.4 million people covers an area of 187 square miles. Whatever way you look at it, there's one hell of a lot of people living in a very small area in Metro Manila. Of course that makes it an awful lot of fun just getting around the city.

The first thing I would caution people against is that if you have issues with "personal space" then Metro Manila may not be the place for you, especially if you plan to travel on the public transport system here in the Metro. On the public transport system there just is no such thing as "personal space". Think cans of sardines and you won't be far off the mark. In fact, cans of sardines, marinating in their own juices seems a fairly appropriate metaphor for the way the public transport system works here in the Metro, especially in high summer.

So what are our options in getting around this immense city with its millions of commuters?

First and foremost and perhaps an iconic symbols of The Philippines is the humble Jeepney. The concept of the jeepney is a testament to the ingenuity of the Filipino people. When the American troops began to leave The Philippines after World War II hundreds, if not thousands, of surplus army jeeps were sold or given to the local Filipinos. The jeeps were cut down and altered to suit the local's needs. Roofs were added for shade and the jeepneys were highly decorated with vibrant colours and oodles of chrome. The jeep's back seats were turned into parallel bench seats and the lengths of the jeeps were extended to accommodate more passengers. Jeepneys emerged as an easy way to re-create a public transport system that had been devastated by the war. From these humble beginnings; modern, custom built jeepneys emerged and have been plying the streets of Manila for over 60 years now. Jeepneys are still the most common form of public transportation in and around the NCR. The vehicles themselves differ greatly in terms of age, design, size, comfort and safety. It would be fair to say that the vast majority of the jeepneys, although they may once have been stylish are now at the end of their practical lives and frankly are falling apart. Nevertheless, they remain the cheapest way of getting reasonable distances around the Metro. Although some jeepneys have glass sliding windows, many are open to the elements, a real blessing in summer when a cool breeze can help to keep the passengers below boiling point. During the rainy season of course, the open windows can be a real curse with water trickling down one's back as you ride along.

In an effort to ensure the driver makes a living there is always the tendency to try and stuff just one more person into the back of the jeepney. Many is the time I've sat squashed into the back of the jeepney waiting to leave when I hear the loader saying; "Dalawang", meaning two more people to get in before we can leave. I'll look around and wonder just how they propose to squeeze two more people into this vehicle, but squeeze them in they do. Filipinos are the least complaining, most accommodating people I know

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and somehow they will manage to create a tiny space to at least put half a butt cheek on. I think the main problem is that over the years Filipinos in general, as diets have changed, have become larger. That doesn't stop jeepney owners from trying to continue to fit the same number of people in as they did twenty years ago. The reality is that you are crushed up against the people on either side and that's just the way it is. Many people just close their eyes and go to their happy place while the jeepney trundles on. There is no choice for most of us; it's jeepney or walk, so we just get on with it no matter how hot and uncomfortable it is.

If you are just looking to travel a short distance, then a tricycle or a pedi-cab could be the answer for you. Tricycles are just what the name implies; a motorcycle with a covered sidecar attached. There are numerous tricycles operating in most areas of Metro Manila. They're a bit more expensive than other options, but for the short hop around the neighbourhood they are ideal. Most tricycles can hold 3 people comfortably; two in the sidecar and one person sitting behind the rider on the motorbike. One of the more amazing sights you might see here is school-kids heading off to school on their tricycle service. I've seen as many as seven or eight children crammed onto one of these bikes. Pedi-cabs are just the same deal as tricycles except they are pedalled, quite a bit more slowly than tricycles, around the neighbourhood by very fit Filipinos.

There are three other main options for getting around the Metro's public transport system; the Bus, the FX and the Taxi. With the bus you have two options, "Ordinary Fare" and "Air-Conditioned". The ordinary fare bus is a bus without any windows, so the breeze can blow in to help keep you cool as you travel, whereas the air conditioned buses are probably the sort of bus that most of us are used to, full-sized buses

with air-conditioning. Buses are cheap and frequent, although no less crowded than any other form of public transport. If you are lucky enough to get on early and get a seat, then you are fine, but if it's standing room only it is hot, uncomfortable and crushing. When I first came here in 1993 there were many buses that appeared to date from the 1950's and were dilapidated and potentially deadly. These days standards have risen somewhat and many of the buses that ply the Metro's routes are modern, clean coaches, but there are still plenty of the older variety around. Buses have a bad reputation here as there are regular incidents of bus accidents resulting in many deaths and injuries. The local authorities are trying to bring the operators up to an acceptable standard but like everything here there are too few people policing too many buses. They are a comfortable way to travel around (provided you have a seat), but they are prey to the vicissitudes of the Metro's traffic jams, in fact many would say buses and jeepney drivers are the cause of many of the traffic jams.

The FX is a relatively new concept started around 15 years ago. The name comes from the vehicle that was initially used to transport people around; the locally produced Toyota Tamaraw FX. These days FX services tend to be large 18 seater mini-buses, rather than the old 10 seater Tamaraw FX. The vehicles are equipped with air-conditioning and theoretically should be more comfortable than Jeepneys or Buses, but in reality are not much different comfort-wise. Like all other Public Utility Vehicles the aim is to cram as many people into an FX as humanly possible. A typical configuration for a mini-bus variety of FX would be; 8 people on bench seats in the rear of the vehicle, facing each other; two sets of seats in the middle of the vehicle, holding four people in each row; and then two people in the front of the vehicle along with the driver. This gives a total of 18 passengers plus a driver and as most vehicle's air-conditioning seems to be either turned down low to save on fuel or not working

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properly, trips by FX can be just as hot, cramped and uncomfortable as a Jeepney or a Bus.

A popular choice, for getting around, especially for foreigners are the private taxis that ply the Metro. Taxis are relatively cheap by western standards and are usually fairly modern and air-conditioned. Like all traffic in the metro they have to weave their way through the traffic jams, but somehow taxi drivers seem to have an innate ability to find gaps in traffic that nobody else sees. This is probably evidenced by the dents and paint scrapes on most taxis' bodywork. Two traps for younger players to avoid when catching taxis around the Metro. 1/ Do not accept a ride from a taxi driver who doesn't want to use the meter, or tells you the meter is broken. The driver will often ask where you are going and then quote a price to take you there. The price is invariably much higher (around 60-100% of the meter rate) and if you are a foreigner, even higher. Just say salamat (thanks) but no thanks and walk away. Trust me there are usually plenty of other taxis around. 2/ You will often find that some taxi drivers don't want to go too far out of their own locality, which can be a bit ironic since many of them have painted on the side of their cabs – "To Metro Manila and all points of Luzon". Often though they will not want to travel out of their well-known local area, so if that happens, don't worry, just flag down another one. As I said, there's no shortage of taxis plying the metro.

The two overhead rail systems provide commuters with an opportunity to beat the traffic jams and to ride above them in air-conditioned comfort. Well, that's the promise, but unfortunately not really the reality. The LRT (Light Rail Transport) and MRT (Metro Rail Transport) are a good way to beat the traffic jams if you want to go from say Quezon City to Makati, but be warned – if you go at rush hour

you will be in for a long queue. As an example MRT-3, which runs parallel to the main road thoroughfare EDSA runs 16.95 kilometres from North Avenue in Quezon City to Taft Avenue in Pasay City. Built to handle 350,000 people per day, the current ridership is closer to 650,000 per day. More carriages are coming, so we are told and just "bear with it for now" the powers that be say, but the reality is getting on the MRT-3 can involve you queuing for up to one or two hours just to get your ticket and get on the train. When you finally do get onto the train, if you're not at the front of the line, and lucky enough to get a seat, it's a jostling, very "close" ride to your destination. Even getting on and off can be a real hassle as you have to fight your way through a sea of bodies just to get to the door. The one redeeming feature of both the MRT and the LRT is that they have special carriages, at the front of the trains, just for women and the disabled. This will provide comfort for many women who don't fancy standing, pressed up against a heaving mass of sweaty men for any length of time. They at least can stand pressed up against a heaving mass of sweaty other women.

If all of this dissuades you from coming to Manila, please don't let it. The realities of getting around any major city, especially in Asia, are daunting, but in some ways that's part of the unique experience that we seek when we travel overseas. For visitors it will be a bit of a culture shock, but I say "when in Rome, do as the Romans". It's only by travelling around with the locals that you get the true Filipino experience. Like the locals there will be times you will get frustrated, but equally you will take away a great appreciation of the Filipino psyche and you cannot but fail to be impressed by the way the people here keep smiling, keep laughing and keep positive no matter what obstacles are placed in their way.

Grant Leishman is a fifty-nine-year-old full-time author and editor, domiciled in the beautiful islands of The Philippines. After careers in finance and journalism, Grant finally found his true bliss in life – writing. He his happily married to Thess and they have two daughters, Rose and Angeline.

You can discover more about Grant on the Mom's Favorite Reads website here:https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/grant-leishman/

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## Contents

  1. An Interview with Terry Deary 
    1. Interviewed by T.E. Hodden
  2. Meet Sarin Patel, a 9 year old Author and Illustrator
    1. by Nicole Lavoie
  3. My Topsy Turvy Hobbies
    1. by Jessica, Age 9
  4. Home Is Where the Heart Is
    1. by Brenda Mohammed
    2. Authors, book visibility is the key to sales!
  5. Brighton Marina
    1. by May Jackie Panayi
  6. A Man Walks Into a Bar 
    1. by Hannah Howe
  7. What's Causing My Headache?
    1. by Cassandra DenHartog PTA, LMT
    2. DISCOUNT: 20% OFF First Book Promotion
  8. Climbing Out of Your Comfort Zone
    1. by Christine Ardigo
  9. A Different Kind of Hero
    1. by Stan Phillips
  10. An Interview with Melanie P. Smith
    1. Interviewed by Rachael Wright
  11. The Shebeen
    1. by Anthony Randall
  12. March Word Search
    1. by Mom's Favorite Reads
  13. Ducks
    1. by Anna Rashbrook
  14. Laughter is the best medicine!
    1. Contributions by Anthony Randall & Hannah Howe
  15. Bushcraft and Wild Camping – Part 1
    1. by Sylva Fae, Alexander Da Rocha and Naomi Tayler
  16. Checkmate in Two Moves
    1. Supplied by Chess.com
  17. Living in the Readers' Imagination
    1. by Estela Vazquez
  18. Ostara Celebration – The Vernal Equinox
    1. by Val Tobin
  19. Meet Our Designer
    1. Nicole Lavoie / Just Saying Dezigns
  20. An Interview with Louise Brogan
    1. Interviewed by Hannah Howe
  21. Discovering Dolgellau
    1. by Millie Slavidou
  22. The Life of a Navy Wife
    1. by Kate McGinn
  23. Reviews and How the Hell Do You Get Them!
    1. by D.M. Wolfenden
  24. Richard II A Lesson From History 
    1. by Mansel Jones
  25. You Say Psychiatrist, I Say Psychologist 
    1. by Hannah Howe
  26. Being a Writer With a Chronic Illness
    1. by Helen Pryke
  27. Mr. Bazalgette's Agent
    1. Reviewed by Hannah Howe
  28. An Interview with Aran Jones
    1. Interviewed by Millie Slavidou
  29. Two Signed Copies of A Sorry Affair
    1. by Kirsten Nairn
  30. Samodivi — Witches of Darkness or Thracian Goddesses?
    1. by Ronesa Aveela
  31. The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap
    1. Reviewed by Grant Leishman
  32. Megalopolis Manila - Getting Around
    1. by Grant Leishman
    2. Connections eMagazine

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