Saturday, April 3, 2010

Now Available!

We are happy to announce that 'Beyond the Clouds' is now available!  Click the 'Lulu' button in the upper right hand side of the page to buy your own copy for $15.00 or get the downloadable version for $6.49.  If you would like your local book store to sell this book, please ask them.  They can can get it for you, as well.

100% of the authors' proceeds goes directly to the Ovarian Cancer Research Fund and each book includes a list of symptoms and facts about ovarian cancer, the silent killer.  It is a must-read for any woman and a great Mother's Day gift!  If you already have your copy, please leave a comment.  We'd love to hear what you think!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The Cover

Our cover is finally done!  Leave us a comment and let us know what you think!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

For Leslie

We are so honored to dedicate this book to Leslie Olson and we would love to share her story with you.

Leslie Olson was born on July 11, 1961. She graduated from the University of Arizona in 1984. Leslie was a teacher, a writer and a mentor to many. She was very active in M.O.P.S. (Mothers of Preschoolers) and also involved in Moms in Touch: a prayer group for mothers of students. She loved encouraging moms and women.
Leslie was married to her wonderful husband, Brad Olson, for 28 years. They made their home in Tucson, AZ. Leslie and Brad were unable to have biological children, so they decided to open their home and their hearts to seven children they called their own- four boys and three girls. Leslie adored her children and cherished family time. She loved to hike Mt. Lemmon and be outdoors. She loved coffee and French food. Leslie was passionate about her church and her faith.
While battling ovarian cancer, Leslie continued to think of others as she helped develop and service a program to provide CD players, CD’s and a journal for patients receiving chemotherapy at AZ Oncology.
Leslie loved everyone she met and truly knew no strangers. She pulled people in with her warmth and kindness and touched their hearts. Sadly, we lost Leslie Olson to ovarian cancer on June 29, 2009. She will be so missed, but we rejoice in the fact that she is now home.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A Dedication from Brad Olson

We are so honored to announce that this book will be dedicated to Leslie Olson.  She was an amazing woman who touched the lives of so many others.  Sadly, she lost her battle with Ovarian Cancer last summer.  Below is a dedication from her wonderful husband of 28 years, Brad Olson.

My wife Leslie was the Love of my life! Her love for God and for her family
was such an encouragement to me. I loved going with her to church or parties
and just watch how she lit up the room. People would gravitate to her
because they knew they would leave feeling encouraged and loved. Leslie
would look at you and be able to discern how you felt. I used to pray that
people would be having a good day because she would feel how the others felt
and when she grew sick this took a lot out of her. I thank God for the 30+
years I knew her and our 28 years of marriage. We celebrated our 28th
anniversary 8 days before she went to be with the Lord. She stated then that
she was going to be with God helping him prepare the feast. She is the one
who is making the burnt cream! I Love and miss you my sweet lady!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

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Just one of the great stories from this book

Ara’s Ring
By Megan Bekkedahl

As I walked down the long dirt path that led to the local market, I couldn’t help but smile. My sister and I met every Wednesday morning for our weekly shopping trip and it was always the highlight of my week. Between endless chores and a demanding husband, there wasn’t much else.
The hem of my long, flowing burqa caught my right foot and I stumbled to the ground. I stood and brushed the sand from my dark blue garments, cursing them under my breath. How I wished I could be free of them. I longed to be uncovered; to feel the sunlight on my bare, olive skin and the gentle breeze through my long, black hair. It was something so natural, yet so forbidden.
The market came into view as I reached the top of the hill. That’s when I saw her. Ara was sitting on a bench in front of the fruit stand that was to be our meeting place. Only her black eyes were visible, peeking out from under a veil of deep purple. She waved as she saw me approaching. I’m sure she was smiling as I was, but I suppose I’ll never know.
With a deafening bang, there was a blinding flash of white and I found myself flat on my back. Stunned, I tried to catch my breath. When it finally came, it brought the smell of smoke and ash pouring into my lungs. I sat up, coughing violently. I looked on in horror as the fireball that engulfed the market raged on. People were screaming and running in all directions and still more lay motionless in puddles of crimson. Before I could comprehend what was happening, a strong pair of arms hoisted me into the air. I turned to see a blond man. He was young and his light blue eyes twinkled against the soot that covered his white face. He was American. My mind raced as I thought of the fate that awaited me. Surely, I would be spared from death and made into a slave since I was a woman. That would be a whole new kind of misery. The soldier carried me away from the crumbling buildings and dropped me gently in the shade of a large Truck. He spoke as he handed me a bottle of cool, clean water. I couldn’t understand his words but they were gentle and his smile was sympathetic. He squeezed my shoulder and ran off toward the burning wreckage. I watched him carry a man to the shade I occupied. He gave him water and smiled his kind smile. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he ran back and forth, carrying my countrymen away from danger.
When I finally did break my gaze, I noticed there were more like him. These strangers, clad in gear and guns, were all around us. My fear faded into hope as I thought of Ara. The Americans were not here to capture us. Instead, they were bandaging and tending to the injured and I prayed they would be able to help her too.
I climbed to my feet and searched for Ara under a black, smoke filled sky. The sounds of people crying for help rang through my ears and the sight of blood and mangled bodies invaded my eyes. Tears soaked my veil as I forced myself to keep looking. As I wandered through the haze of chaos, I stepped on something small that squished beneath my foot. I looked down and my heart stopped. It was a hand. A dainty, female hand that wore Ara’s blue lapis ring.