Claire thought she was done with hospice nursing and was fully enjoying retirement. When her friend Marcy and Marcy's daughter, Whisper, lure her into a live-in hospice nursing job for a celebrity in the Florida Keys, Claire was hesitant. Her patient had an ego, was demanding, and had deep secrets. She could only pray that God would get her through this assignment alive.

Come and meet the gang—General Lee, Amy, Mike, Mandy, Yankee Dan, Jimmy, and Jeff—as they share their stories of imagination, fun, friendship, and even sadness and joy. Every day is a new beginning in their little town, and they would like you to join them in each new adventure. Whether Lee is learning about responsibility, Amy about sharing, or Mike about kindness, their parents and friends—old and new—are there to help them every step of the way. They aren't your friends yet, you say? Well, they will be! All you have to do is open the pages, read their stories, and soon, they will be your friends, too. But you know what? This book isn't only about meeting new friends… it is also about meeting the Best Friend you could ever have—JESUS. And remember, no matter how small or how tall you are, you have a story to tell to others about YOUR Forever Friend, Jesus. He's counting on you!

Ramiz Alkhishin, the author's alter ego, is a grocer. He has a passion for a life that is as independent as possible from its surroundings. To him the trendy' place to be in is the one to avoid, while the traditional' road to follow is the one to by-pass. He has already documented some of his thought-adventures in eight earlier books. The author, in his new book, The Whispering Molecules, listened to and recorded the whispers of a variety of inert composites. The result of this imaginary project was a series of forty six stand-alone story dialogues where these seemingly life-less objects express their human-like' observations as they go about undertaking their designated tasks. The author hopes that through these dialectic scenes the reader can enjoy a trip where absolutes are banned and doubt is a constant companion. When questioned why he dislikes absolutes so much, Ramiz responded by reciting the following dialogue he had overheard: Glass: You seem confused. What happened to you? Water: What do you mean? Glass: You were clear and transparent but no more so. Water: I paid the price for being naïve. Glass: How? Water: By thinking that a drop of ink is too small to affect me!

The sea glittered in all directions. The grassy field, humpy with knolls and lumpy with gray rock, sloped down toward the near-by water. Bunches of savin and bay and groups of Christmas trees flourished in the fresh June air, and exhilarating balsamic odors assailed Miss Burridge's nostrils as she stood in the doorway viewing the landscape o'er and reflectively picking her teeth with a pin. "It's an awful sightly place to fail in, anyway," she thought. Her one boarder came and stood beside her. She was a young woman with a creamy skin, regular features, dark, dreaming eyes, and a pleasant, slow smile. "Are you gathering inspiration, Miss Burridge?" she asked, settling a white tam-o'-shanter on her smooth brown locks. "I hope so, Miss Wilbur. I need it." "How could any one help it!" was Diana Wilbur's soft exclamation, as she took a deep breath and gazed at the illimitable be-diamonded blue. Priscilla Burridge turned her middle-aged gaze upon the enthusiasm of the twentieth year beside her.