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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

S.H.E. Anthology... Something Special Filled With Heart

We can think of many book by many authors on many subjects, but what I have to share with you today, is something I think is special and filled with heart. Things are told that are born of pain and blossom into hope and healing in the S.H.E. Anthology. This is a book of many authors each telling their many stories. This is a book involving a subject of grief and healing, hope and survival, children and their hearts filled with fear and pain who go beyond that and grow sharing it with others offering empowerment and hope.

A majority the proceeds from the sale of this anthology will go to mental health institutions that address grief factors especially in children- our next generations of hope! Written by those who know first hand the pain of grief reaching out to others with their words. My blog is titled More Than Just A Story In A Book but this collection truly is more than just the stories in the book. This book is a story from the heart.

SPECIAL NOTE to the reader:
Each blog about the S.H.E. Anthology has a unique excerpt to keep things fresh.

A book without a reader is like a day without sunshine.

Newton, Connecticut? Where is that? A massacre? Please, tell me you’re joking! At school? You have got to be kidding! Dumbfounded! I listened to the news about Sandy Hook Elementary! Who didn’t feel disheartened by that story?

Due to my experiences with many deaths in our small community within a short period of time, I felt that the kids and folks in that area might feel less alienated and alone if they were shown the light at the end of their tunnels. I wanted to help find a way to be empower the children and their community while revealing to them a HOPE that things can and do get better. I thought that town might enjoy rhetoric from kindred spirits. PLUS, I felt others including health care professionals might enjoy the same types of stories.

After pondering a bit, God illuminated my next step. Thinking of three books that I had partial copyrights to, I began compiling a book. Plus, I immediately had the title of an anthology in my mind- the S.H.E. Anthology. It’s NOT a romance anthology but it was written by females. In this book, the girls recollected traumas, mostly related to death, that they faced while in elementary school. Their stories reveal their path out of mourning along with many minor miracles that they encountered. Their tales of hope and inspiration are true accounts from those children turned authors. This book is meant to empower Newton as well as others that read it. The authors hope that this anthology sheds some new light on grief recovery in the minds of teachers, mental health professionals, and adults handling major life changes.

The abbreviation ‘S.H.E’ also refers to Sandy Hook Elementary. Isn’t God the best at setting up coincidences?

In one part of this anthology, there is some great insight into being the victim of death and childhood loss. Stacey’s Song is an intimate look at a ten year old girl’s personal story about the results of her mother’s cancer death. She, also, deals with the aftermath that includes her dad going crazy and committing suicide. Obviously, tragedies, such as the Sandy Hook Massacre, touch home with her. Stacey talks candidly about overcoming her PTSD. Her honesty in her writing is only surpassed by the miracles and guidance from God.

In the excerpt that follows, God taps into the young girl’s anger and pent-up grief. In the book, near the end of her teen years, an unexpected person brings closure to Stacey’s mourning. She meets the man that tried to save her father from his suicide mission, which turns out to be another blessing from GOD.

while at work, I met a man, a police officer. His name is John. As we discussed orphans and life’s ups and downs, I discovered he raised and orphan, too. That is not what caught my attention. We actually shared a different bond.
“How long have you been a cop?” I chimed into the ongoing conversation at work.
“About twelve years!”
“Oh, then you would not know!” I spoke thoughts.
“Know what?” He prodded.
“About my dad!” I added.
“What happened to your dad?”
“He committed suicide in 1991.”
“Oh?” My coworkers and he questioned rhetorically.
“Yeah, put the car on fire and died!” I finally spoke it aloud.
“Where?” The policeman showed interest.
In this town!” I answered.
When?” He pursued. “I used to be a fireman!”
In 1991?” I questioned.
After a strange pause, he calmly stated, “I pulled his body from the car that night, then.”
My mind wandered around my first playground. The rope swing rested motionless because my soul decided to ignore its pleas to escape my current life, this time. My dungeons and their caretakers evaded my sight as well, which revealed my level of maturity and growth. Then, somewhere in the distance, fire engine sounds rang out. As a child, I’d run to grab the candy thrown from this Christmas decorated truck. That vehicle arrived, once a year; and I loved its sound. After dad died in the fire, his suicide method, I avoided all firemen, trucks, toys, and thoughts. Nothing convinced me that there existed any goodness in anything associated with fire. Today, life revolved full circle once again because this policeman witnessed it all. It never jaded him. At that moment, I thought about my mother’s last smile as Santa approached her window. The present is definitely the gift.
I called Cindy immediately with my news. She wasn’t as surprised as me. Nothing sent from God surprised her anymore not even my chance to share my feeling about Dad’s death with another participant from 1991. It’s cathartic!

Is Stacey’s Son a mournful tune or an upbeat journey out of mourning? Read her full story in Stacey’s Song or in the S.H.E. Anthology.

Also, in that anthology, The Evans Terrace Girls give their account of what happened when 7 or more parents died within a year or 2 of each other in a small subdivision of about 110 homes. People started saying their land was CURSED. The children heard those rumors about their subdivision and were scared to death. Some of the children formed a group that became a club and led their neighborhood out of grief. An excerpt from their story follows.
This next excerpt from The Evans Terrace Girls shows how good intentions encourage most people to noble acts that spawn random acts of kindness.

     As the first members arrived at my house to be car pooled to the
 shopping plaza, my mother pulled out the flyers as well as a poster.

 Secretly, she made us a poster with huge black and blue letters stating,

 “FREE POOL.” In smaller letters she wrote “safety flyers.” Her

 homemade concoction was hilarious but potentially embarrassing. At

 first, we expressed reservations about her artwork.
      “This will get their attention!” She explained. “Who will pass up a 

free pool?” My mother was serious about it being a useful tool to

 attract people away from the video store long enough to offer them

 the rest of the message or safety pamphlet.

    “Don’t laugh,” Joy defended. “She is right! I’d stop for a free pool!”
The morning proved to be slow. Mia, Ann, and I sat on the sidewalk

 discouraged. Suddenly, Mia began to sing her boredom away. “Drown

 do be do drown drown,” She sang to the melody of a real song.

      “Come on. Come on. Drown do be do drown drown.” Ann and I

 hummed along at first, “Come on. Come on. Drown do be do drown

 drown. Waking up will be hard to do....” 
      After that song, we made up other lyrics to popular melodies, “Um
 bop, don’t drop, into your pool, an um drop their gone...” and

 so on. Making up the best new words became a competition as

 crowds from church finally started arriving for their brunch. 
At that point, we begged people to take our flyers. Some people

 humored us but then left the flyers of their tables as part of the

 waitress’s tip. Others avoided eye contact as we presented out

 pamphlets. One man got down right mean. After a conversation

 begging him to take the paper, he said, “I work for a charity and can

 get anything I need. So, I don’t need your flyer. No, thank-you.”
     As he left, my mother muttered, “You may head a charity but you

 have no kindness in your heart.” We heard her but he was too busy

 wearing his lopsided halo to turn back.
   Cars started arriving in the parking lot, which also serviced a grocery

 chain. We held our poster high and tempted cars to come to

 screeching stops as people read the words free pool. This prank did

 attract attention. Some crowds did gather until they read the rest of 

the poster. In the end, we handed out fifty flyers on our shift. Then, Joy

 and Nicole arrived to relieve us.
     Joy tempted fate by standing as close to the video store as legal. She

 harassed people until they came closer to hear what her poster was

 offering. Nicole asked how we did; she decided her group’s goal was

 to meet or match our number. It was about that time that two people

came by to offer us money towards our cause. Since our flyers were

 free, we declined the money.
    As we stood hassling people, a manager from the grocery walked

 right up to mom. We thought this meant that she was being scolded.

 Watching for a minute, we noticed my mother was laughing. As he

 left, we found out why this man went out of his way to leave his post

 and greet our adult leader
    “The store offered us free cookies. All we have to do is tell them

 that manager sent us,” My mother explained. 

“Go get them now,” I yelped.

“We are hungry,” Joy added.

What other minor miracles happened (free cookies) when these girls join forces with others to make good things happen in this world? Read The Evans Terrace Girls or their section in the S.H.E. Anthology.
The eBook copy of the S.H.E Anthology is available

as a KINDLE @

in other eBook formats @ @
The paperback version comes in BLACK & WHITE on AMAZON @
Plus, the S.H.E Anthology is in color paperback format @
So, come on buy to be inspired and help grieving children. It’s a WIN-WIN.
By the Way, a copy of this anthology went to Newton’s public library as well.
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1 comment:

  1. Thanks- Linda!

    This anthology is free thru March 9, 2013 in ebook format @ SMASHWORDS the direct link is:

    It is also at AMAZON as a paperback book or Kindle and can be previewed there.