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The Dynamite Kids – So It Begins Preview

Life happens, or to quote words from the Forest Gump movie: “__it” happens. That’s where I have been all these months out of circulation: life. Most was part of the good life, some was “__it”, but it all happened, and all got in the way of finishing a task that I had started a long time ago: this book. It was so long ago that I had forgotten how far along it was. Answer: not very. I was dismayed when I opened the document and was reminded that I had only finished rough drafts of about four chapters. I have serious episodes of CRS and this was one.

I ended up making changes to it, including age appropriateness. It began as a very loose tribute to a little group of friends my son and daughter had when they were about 8 and 10 years old. They called themselves “The Dynamite Kids”, a mostly social group, but they did collect food for the local food pantry once, so they left a good mark on their timelines.

Initially the kids were just starting middle school but as the story progressed, it got a little edgier, and I decided to make them older and make the reader’s ages 12-16. It’s not horribly edgy but its about as much “edge” as this old fashioned grandmother could muster up for a middle reader book. It’s art imitating life with nothing gruesome or sexually suggestive, just thought provoking. All my books have life lessons to learn in their content.

There is no major plot, but more like one minor plot surrounding each individual that gets resolved with the help of one or more of the other characters. The first few chapters start out slowly as I’m creating settings and building my characters, but it progresses quickly from there. I tried to set up the storyline so that I could write a series if I so choose. I even wrote an epilogue that introduces The Dynamite Kids’ next adventure. (Does that mean I actually have to do it now?!)

I have now finished the entire rough draft, or might I say the 40 grit sandpaper draft, and I am posting the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism welcome!

                                         Chapter 1: Nothing to Do

“I’m so bored”, moaned Bo.

“Me, too”, said CeCe.

The twins sat dejectedly in their living room, surrounded by their tightknit group of friends, all pouting because they had “nothing to do”.  CeCe sat on the living room chair with half of her body hanging over its arm, her long auburn hair tickling Phoenix, the cat, who was lounging lazily on the floor by the chair. Quite content right where he was, he expressed his annoyance with a swipe at her hair and an indignant “Mrowr” and promptly relocated himself to a more peaceful location on the windowsill. His bliss, however, was short-lived. Chirping! Birds! His tail swished menacingly as he watched them fight over the seed in the feeders outside, longing to go out and make short work of them.

 Leo was a stray that showed up at The Rosetti’s door one day. They fed him and attempted to find his owner. They had no intention of ever getting a cat, but with his sad amber eyes, his tiger-colored fur, and his soft purring, he wormed his way into Bo’s and CeCe’s hearts. Every day he would show up at their door requesting his meal with a soulful “Meow”, and every day they accommodated his request, being rewarded by a loving purr and the cat rubbing against their legs, essentially “claiming” them as his own. Their parents knew him, too, by now, and neither one of them could resist getting a few furtive pets in on his soft fur, all while pretending to their children that they didn’t care a thing about this daily visitor. One day CeCe and Bo finally summoned enough courage to approach their parents.

“Please, please, please!”, they both begged. “We called the vets and the animal shelters, and hung flyers everywhere, but no one has claimed him. He loves us and we love him! We’ll take care of him, we promise!”

Looking at their children’s pleading faces and succumbing to their own reluctant affection for this cat, it was impossible for Faith and Christopher Rosetti to ignore their fervent request to keep it. Despite their own waning objections, they had to admit that they loved him, too, and they didn’t want him meeting an early or terrible demise living in peril in the wild as an outdoor cat. They had seen more cats than they ever cared to on the shoulders of the highways and couldn’t bear the thought of this one meeting that same fate. Almost before they had the word “Okay” out of their mouths, CeCe and Bo had thrown open the front door and their feline friend made himself at home, immediately claiming the sunny windowsill as his personal turf. They had given him a second chance at life, hence the name Phoenix.

CeCe, especially, loved animals and dreamed of being a veterinarian one day, but dogs were her favorite. She and Bo repeatedly begged their parents for a dog, but Faith and Chris had repeatedly denied their requests. 

“But Mom!” (Or Dad, whoever was there at that moment.) “We can take care of a dog!”, pleaded CeCe, defending herself and Bo. “We take care of Phoenix and he’s OK.”

“Taking care of a cat is very different than taking care of a dog”, Faith retorted. “They clean themselves, do their business in a litter box, and they don’t pester us constantly to play with them. Dogs need to go for walks, they want to play all the time, they need baths, they need to be fed, and then what comes out after that needs to be cleaned up from the yard. And dogs cost a lot of money. Be satisfied with the pet you have.”

CeCe glanced over at Phoenix sunning himself on the windowsill. He had wearied of fruitlessly trying to attack the birds from the inside of the house, but he loved the warmth of the sun on his body that the windowsill allowed.

“Come here, Phoenix!”, CeCe called, patting her lap and pondering how much she loved him.  A warm, still-sleepy Phoenix relinquished his place on the windowsill to jump onto CeCe’s lap and curl up, loudly purring, as if to tell her how much he loved her, too. CeCe and Bo both loved Phoenix, but he was independent and so fickle!  He accepted attention on his own terms, and they never knew when he would decide to sit purring contentedly on a lap, or swipe at them and nibble on their toes.

“How about if we do some volunteering at the animal shelter”, said CeCe, returning to the matter of deciding what the group should do for the day. “They can always use the help.” But no one appeared to be in a volunteering mood that day.

While CeCe petted Phoenix and tried to keep thinking of ideas, Bo occupied himself by tossing a baseball in the air, but not high enough to break anything. It was impossible for him to have a baseball in his hands and not put it in motion.  Leah, Mickey, Jeremy, and Maria, their BFF’s, were sprawled out in various positions on the furniture and floor, yawning and vaguely discussing what they could do on this long summer day.  The six friends had met in kindergarten and formed a strong bond that made them almost inseparable, even though they were all quite different. It was their differences, however, that seemed to make them so strong together. Their personalities complemented each other, and they shared a closeness that one doesn’t always see with so many close friends.

“I think we should play with remote control cars!”, suggested Bo, smirking. “I have enough for everyone! Even better, I think there is a race at the Wake County Speedway! Maybe we can get some of our parents to take us!”

He didn’t really think his ideas would appeal to everyone, but he figured it was worth a shot. He loved car races, anywhere and any kind and vowed to be a racecar driver one day, much to his mother’s chagrin.

“Yeah, you do have plenty of cars”, agreed CeCe, but how many of them work? You’ve taken them all apart!”

CeCe loved her brother and as twins, they had a special bond, but, as brothers will do, he could annoy her at times, especially when she stepped on car parts that were scattered all over the house. Bo was proficient at taking them apart to see how they worked, but he was less proficient at putting them back together. He was working on that.  Disassembled toy cars made everyone unhappy, except for maybe Phoenix. He loved to push them all over the floor and off tables.  

“Then wear shoes!”, Bo would say, as CeCe rolled her eyes.

“Geez”, said CeCe. “Just a couple of weeks ago we were celebrating the end of school and look at us already. Sad”

“Pitiful”, agreed Leah.

The rest nodded in agreement, sulking, and holding their droopy heads up like they were about to fall off if not supported by their hands. Games, movies, and other recreational devices surrounded them as they falsely repeated that there was “nothing to do”.  They had all survived their first two years of Raleigh Middle School and were looking forward to their last year there before high school, but right now the excitement of summer vacation had begun to wear off.

“Why don’t you go outside and play?” suggested Faith. I’m making lasagna and you are all welcome to stay for dinner if you want.”

Jeremy was the first to respond, shooting his hand up and gleefully accepting Faith’s invitation.

“Yes, please!” he said smiling. “Your lasagna is the BEST! I can help if you need me!”, Jeremy excitedly offered. He loved to cook.

“I’ll let you know if I can use you.” Faith said, smiling knowingly.

The Rosetti’s were Italian, and they were proud of their heritage. None of them grew up in Italy, but Faith loved to make recipes that had been handed down by her grandparents, and probably farther back than that. Freshly grown tomatoes, fresh Italian herbs, and from-scratch pasta sauce were staples in their home. No store-bought cans or jars for them. She canned the home-made sauce, herself, to use when tomatoes were out of season. Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly ambitious, she even made her own pasta.

“There’s nothing to do outside either”, claimed Mickey, continuing the discussion of their current plight.

Bo fidgeted around on the floor, still tossing the ball up in the air, higher and higher each time, and then with a sideways glance, he tossed it over to Jeremy, who not was quite ready for the pitch and missed the catch. Hearing something break, an angry Faith made an appearance.

 “My gravy boat!”, she yelled. “I knew I should have put that right away after I washed it!”, she bemoaned, more to herself than anyone else.

Somehow, the ball intended for Jeremy had made its way past him into the other room, striking the gravy boat and smashing it into a gazillion pieces. It wasn’t the first fragile object to succumb to Bo’s “practicing” in the house.  

“Bo!”, What have I told you about throwing balls in the house!” Faith said after the initial shock of seeing her fractured gravy boat on the floor wore off. “You have to clean that up immediately so Phoenix or someone with bare feet doesn’t step on it.”

“That would be CeCe”, Bo said under his breath. “

Then louder, and sounding sincerely contrite, he added: “I’m so sorry, Mom”. I should have waited until Jeremy was ready for me to throw it to him. He would have caught it then.”

“Dude, I’m a football player!” Jeremy indignantly shot at Bo, a remark that sparked a few giggles from the rest.

Ignoring Jeremy’s remark, Faith continued her lecture.

“Did you say you should have waited to throw it until Jeremy was ‘ready’?!”. Faith said, exasperated. “What about do NOT throw balls in the house do you misunderstand?! This will come out of your allowance, young man. You’re lucky it wasn’t expensive”.

Their mom didn’t get mad often, but when she did, they knew it, and when she said: “young man” or “young lady”, or called them by their full names, they knew it was real.

Bo hung his head and nodded. Remorsefully, he got up to find the broom and dusting pan to clean up the shards of glass on the kitchen floor, while the rest continued trying to figure out a game plan for the day.

“We could fly kites”, suggested Leah hopefully, glancing through the bay window, hoping to see some evidence of a nice wind. Leah wasn’t much interested in sporty games, but flying kites was fun. Alas, the leaves on the trees were still, birds sat still on the telephone wires and the American Flag and Philadelphia Eagles flag lay on top of each other against the flagpole. Even the weathervane that CeCe and Bo’s grandfather had made was completely motionless.

“There’s no wind”, said CeCe, frowning.

Leah nodded in agreement and sighed. Sometimes it seemed like she just didn’t fit in. Despite how much she loved her friends, she felt like she was “outgrowing” them at times. She already had a social media account, wore make-up and was always trying something different with her hair. CeCe and Marie still liked to play with the boys and be friends, but Leah’s interest in boys as more than just friends was decidedly different than the other two girls, and they worried that she was growing up too fast and did everything they could to keep her involved with them. They knew it was just a matter of time before they went their separate ways, but it was surely not in their short-term visions.

“Maybe we could go hang by the lake”, Mickey offered as an alternative.

He really wanted to get out and wrestle with the boys or toss any kind of ball around, but the whole group was there, and that, of course, included the girls.  As rough and tumble as Mickey could be, he was a thoughtful, sensitive boy and cared about everyone, so he thought just hanging out by the lake (and maybe getting in some fishing) might be something both the boys and the girls could enjoy. He snickered to himself at the thought of Leah putting a worm on a fishing hook, though! It didn’t matter, though, because his idea was nixed.

“Nope”, said Maria, shaking her head assertively at the notion of going to the lake. “There’s a bacterial warning down there so we won’t be able to go swimming.” Then, as if a light bulb went off over her head, she excitedly added: “But maybe we can stop by the lake for just a few minutes and get some of the water to look at under my microscope. We might be able to see the bacteria and even figure out what it is! We can wear gloves and be very careful!”

 Maria’s slight Columbian accent came through when she was excited.  (Which really was quite often!) and this was one of those times! She loved science, and particularly microbiology. She was too young to take it in school yet but clamored to get her older brother’s textbooks to read and learned everything she could from reliable sources on the internet.

“Absolutely not!”, yelled Leah. “I don’t want to take any chances on what might be out there around the lake. I mean, what if we fall and get some gross, untreatable germs in our bodies?”

Trying to hide her annoyance at Leah’s tone, Maria defended her idea.

“Leah, you can get germs in your skin through a scratch anywhere. Bacteria is all around us. But I guess a bacteria-laden lake would be a higher risk than other places”, she begrudgingly conceded.

“Hey! Maybe Mickey’s mom will make us milkshakes!”, Jeremy almost suggested, but then caught himself. Even though it had been a year, it was still hard to imagine that Mrs. O’Rourke was not around to make them, anymore, and he was so relieved that he caught himself before he said it. She had succumbed to cancer a year prior to that day and neither Mickey nor his dad have been the same since then.

“Cancer is a horrible, unfair disease”, he thought sadly to himself. “She did not deserve to die like that; no one does”.

That brief image of one of her mystery milkshakes topped with whipped cream and a cherry made him smile to think of her, but also made his mouth water, or as his mom says: “it made his salivary glands overwork”. The rest were envious of the sheer volume of food he could pack away while not gaining a pound and still sporting a great body. As a football player Jeremy consumed quite a few more calories than the others but he also expended a whole lot more energy through his workouts. The girls were especially jealous. Boys could always eat more than girls without gaining as much weight in proportion.  They thought it just wasn’t fair at all. Energy equals calories. He even started learning how to cook, and to his surprise, he really enjoyed it. Quickly dismissing the milkshake from his mind, he had another idea.

“Why don’t we go to the Y? It has something for everyone there’, he suggested.

“Leah and I don’t have memberships there”, Maria said.

None of the others had any guest passes left, and the group was running out of ideas, so they were about to give up when Mickey piped up.

“I know what we can do!” he said excitedly, breaking an awkward silence. “Why didn’t I think of this before?! We can play baseball!”

“That’s a great idea!” CeCe said. “We can fly kites on a windier day. We can race cars when Bo puts them back together, and we can stay inside and play games while we listen to music on a rainy day. But today is perfect baseball weather! All in favor of a baseball game raise your hands!”, CeCe said.

CeCe and the boys loved baseball. Leah would have preferred to stay in and listen to music while she experimented with a different hair color, but the group had run out of ideas, and she hated to be left out. Maria was happy doing pretty much anything. Her positive, upbeat personality and sharp wit made her a lot of fun to be around. When she and CeCe started to match wits with each other, it was hilarious.

The group used the “majority rules” method to settle differences and CeCe was always so logical in her thinking when it came to helping them make decisions. Immediately four hands shot in the air. Leah grimaced and faltered for a few seconds but then finally managed to get hers up there, too.

 “It’s unanimous! Baseball it is!” declared Bo.

With that, they asked Bo and CeCe’s mom to take them to Friendship Park; checked with their parents; grabbed some water bottles, snacks, sunscreen, bug spray, baseballs, bats, and gloves; piled into her blue SUV; and off they went.

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Shopping Past and Present

Seasons Greetings, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah! It’s been a rough 2020 for all of us and I’m not exempt. I haven’t felt much like writing, or doing anything else, for the past few weeks, but now Christmas is at hand, and even though it will be different this year, we will still celebrate the birth of our King in any way we can. Barring inclement weather, our family is going to have our own Christmas Eve service around the fire pit in my daughter’s yard, a true Coronavirus Christmas. I’m looking forward to that. My family is creative.

And then there is the commercial end of Christmas. Although it certainly is not as important as the birth of Jesus, it is still something we enjoy. I feel for the small business owners who are overshadowed by Amazon and other large corporations vying for our dollars. I may be giving away my age but I remember the days of riding around and around the mall parking lots from Thanksgiving until around mid-January waiting for someone to pull out of their spaces so we could hurriedly shoot in before someone else got it. Those were the (pre-confinement) days. Sometimes I yearn for those “old days” of shopping when we had to navigate through the lines of fidgety, excited children waiting to whisper in Santa’s ear and maybe score a candy cane, or the times when I was the one holding the hand of one of those children. Bittersweet nostalgia. Now I’m pestering my children to give me suggestions for Christmas gifts that I can purchase online.

COVID 19 has left its mark on virtually everything.  It has left us paralyzed, helpless and confused. As I watch small businesses and restaurants suffer, I have decided to try as hard as I can to support local businesses or at least purchase things that are made in the USA, which is very hard to do, sometimes. I have not been particularly successful at doing this, myself, but I am trying. If we commit to helping our businesses here, we should be ready to pay a little extra for our gifts because these products are usually a bit higher priced than those that have been imported. Many small stores are developing an online presence, but we may have to do some searching. If we are to survive, we must support each other in any way we can. So shop online at smaller stores whenever possible. Get some takeout to keep our restaurants in business. Every little bit helps.

At the risk of sounding, well, opportunistic, I will include links to my books for you. They make great stocking stuffers or gifts. If you don’t like what I have to offer, please purchase from other small businesses. My books are not sold in brick and mortar chain bookstores, but they are in a few local, independent ones: Rose Garden Boutique in Louisburg, NC, has the two children’s books. Page 158 Books in Wake Forest, NC, has The Town of Alpaca and The Prettiest House on the Block, and SoSo Books in Raleigh, NC and Quail Ridge Books in Raleigh, NC have all three. If these stores are convenient, please look there first. The links below are to Amazon, but the books are also available at and

Stay safe and healthy and have a wonderful holiday season, no matter what you celebrate.

Book, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Intimate Partner Violence, Self Help

It’s Here!!

It’s Finally Here! Get It While It’s Hot and don’t forget that October is DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AWARENESS MONTH. The Prettiest House On The Block: A Revealing Story Of Domestic Partner Abuse is now on the market! Please share this post even if you don’t want to buy this book, yourself. Crisis shelters are overflowing and the number of phone calls to crisis centers is overwhelming, another sad result of COVID 19. Victims need help now more than ever. I’m not opposed to making money but I would much rather make a DIFFERENCE.

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September 1st is Almost Here!

I am not fond of getting my picture or video taken and even less fond of having to do one, myself, but apparently this is the way to go for marketing. After much nailbiting and cajoling myself, I finally did it. My husband shot it after about, um, I have no idea how many times, and this is best I have to offer! I do hope you will take at look at my book, The Prettiest House on the Block, on September 1st. You never know who you might help.

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And the Dream is Realized!

I. Am. Pumped! The pre-sales of “The Prettiest House on the Block” have started! It is on Kindle at the link below. Paperback comes out Sept 1st. If you purchase this, please leave a review on Amazon and/or Let the games begin!!

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A Cutting Edge of Education in China and Beyond!

Perfect timing! My book is on track to be finished very soon and I have just heard from my “boss” in China. I’m not sure if I have shared this on WordPress or not, but I have been working with an educator in China, Dr. John Walsh, writing books for Kindergarten children who are learning English. The books have been on hold for various reasons but we are now back on track! Right now John is stuck in Uganda and may not be able to get back into China until April because of the coronavirus, but thanks to technology, that shouldn’t stop us!

Dr. John Walsh and John Heavey are partners in a business, Reload Academy, in Ireland. John Walsh came to China to work in the school teaching children English. He met his soon-to-be wife Deborah, who is from Uganda, in China and they will be married in her country in May. Separate from his job in the school, John has had a dream of creating books from kindergarten on up to help children learn words in English. His very long term goal is to extend this process to other languages as well. My job is to create stories using these 100 words you see the kids reciting. The books are set in a Magic Kindergarten so it’s really been fun! It will increase in difficulty, of course, as we move up to higher levels. I’m sure I will wear out long before his dream is completed, but I’ll keep working with him as long as he will have me and I still have all my mental faculties!

This endeavor sounds awesome and fearsome at the same time. I love challenges and this is so very exciting to be a part of such an innovative project. Wish us luck!

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It’s That Time Again!!

Thanksgiving is over and I hope you all had a great one! Now the focus automatically switches to the holidays for many of us. What to get everyone? This is an age-old question, but I have an idea for your children. My books are perfect gifts or stocking stuffers. Some of you may have seen my posts before but if you haven’t, I have two children’s books on the market that you will love.

The first book is for ages 2-6. The story revolves around a little boy, Michael, who is new to the school and is very homesick. He never smiles. Davey is a friendly little boy who loves to laugh and giggle. He tries to make friends with Michael, but he just can’t make him smile, no matter how hard he tries, until a magic fairy steps in to help. “The Giggle Box” is a whimsical, full color book about being the new kid in school, friendship, sharing, the joy of helping others, and the healing power of laughter, all tied together with a touch of magic! It is beautifully illustrated with the text written over full page pictures, a perfect gift for your 2-6 year old! You can purchase this book:

on Amazon (

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but if you purchase it from my website at, (Click on the “Shop” tab at the top) you can get it at a discount for $8.00 with free shipping by clicking on the “Buy Now” button through the end of December, 2019.


If you are looking for an illustrated early reader that teaches children the values of diversity, understanding, acceptance, friendship, and overcoming adversity by working together, then look no further. My newest book sports all of these plus a glossary of some of the more difficult words found in the book followed by thought provoking questions. A chart of the similarities and differences between alpacas and llamas serve as an added educational benefit. In August, 2019, this book took third place at the independent author CIPA EVVY Awards in the Children’s Storybook Fiction category. It’s the perfect gift for all the children in your lives! It can be purchased:

through the publisher at,

at amazon (  ),

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but if you purchase it through my website at (Click on the “Shop” tab at the top), you can get it at a discount for $9.50 by clicking on the “Buy Now” button through the end of December. Ride the Llama and Alpaca obsession wave or listen to your children laugh. Order your books now, and please share this post with your friends, family, and followers! 

Happy Holidays!

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Children Are Worth It!

The Christmas buying season is over and all my books have been delivered and paid for (well almost everyone has paid!). But wait, there’s more! Groundhog Day, Valentine’s Day, Welcome Spring, Easter, and of course the “Just Because I Love You Day” which is every day! There is never a bad reason to buy a book, especially for a child. This is my second book, and I’m pretty proud of it. It’s different than the regular children’s books because it centers around a real life, adult-type dilemma, written so children can understand it, and resolved by applying healthy values than they can use in their lives forever. My books all use character-building values to help children become better people and always do the right thing. All this plus a glossary of big words and a chart detailing the similarities and differences between llamas and alpacas make this an enjoyable and worthwhile book for a child to read. If you have a business such as  a medical office, school, real estate, etc., consider using these as perfect gifts or to keep children occupied in waiting rooms. If you buy more than 9 books at a time you will get a 50 % discount on my Outskirts site below, which is pretty nice! The bottom link is to my other website, where you can buy my first book, “The Giggle Box”.  Check them out! Happy gifting and reading!



Holiday Gifts!

Hello, friends! Happy Thanksgiving! The holidays are fast approaching and it’s high time we start thinking about gifts. Toys are lots of fun for kids and they love them, but how about considering books? I have written two children’s books that are now available to purchase and will be here before Christmas if you order soon!

The first one, “The Giggle Box”, is a beautifully illustrated, imaginative picture book for children aged 3 to 103! Davey is a little boy who just loves to giggle and laugh. Now he is starting kindergarten and he meets a new little boy, Michael, who is very sad being the new kid with no friends. Davey tries hard to make Michael laugh, but it just won’t work; Michael is still sad. That is, until a beautiful fairy, who lives up in Laughterland, where the tickliest clouds float, helps Davey to share his gift of laughter with Michael through her magic. It’s a story of friendship, sharing, and the healing power of laughter. Published through CreateSpace, it is available on,, and other online retailers.

On the heels of “The Giggle Box” is “The Town of Alpaca”. An illustrated book for early readers, this story is chock full of healthy values and education, brought to you by some same-but-different animals: llamas and alpacas. It has been published by Outskirts Press.

What does a town do when its largest manufacturing company, the biggest business in town, goes under? The town of Alpaca was once vibrant and bustling, but ever since that llama came to town and bought the company, it hasn’t been the same. He didn’t manage it well and now the alpacas are out of jobs, their once beautiful town has become a poor, run-down, dismal place to live, and the Alpackaging Company is on the market to be sold, but no one is looking to buy it. The situation seems hopeless for the alpacas. In addition, they now hate llamas … all llamas, so you can imagine how Albert Alpaca felt when a strange couple showed up at his little “Alpaca Inn and Suites” looking for a room. Llamas!! What will he do?

The story of The Town of Alpaca shows how heartwarming it is when hatred turns into friendship, misunderstandings into trust, and working together works!
You may think that the plot of this book seems like something beyond a child’s understanding, but don’t sell them short; they are smarter than we think, and often we don’t give them enough credit for their savvy. Part of what makes the book unique is that it presents real life issues, simplified enough for a child to understand. Many families have gone through challenging times, but those challenges don’t always wait for children to be old enough to grasp their implications. The story presents a problem and the resolution revolves around healthy values that will remain with them for the rest of their lives. This book is available through,,, and other online retailers.

As a purchasing alternative, you can browse my website, “It’s All Write”, and purchase it through paypal for less. Use the “Shop” link on the top of the page at Books make great gifts and I would love to share mine with you! And please “Follow” me!

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