I was born disabled, and am confined to a wheelchair. I have no use of my arms and legs, but learned to adapt. Join me on my journey through my struggles, my triumphs, through some wrongs I survived. Despite being disabled, I've carved my way.

Collects photographs, range maps, and descriptive entries identifying the markings, habits, habitat, and voice of each species.

For many years, my life had no balance. It was similar to a child's see saw, on a playground. I was constantly going up and down, positioned downward countless times. Unknown to me this position didn't dictate my future. Twenty-three years of my life had been altered, frustrated, and stagnated. Carrying weights filled with disappointments, errors, and setbacks, I was humbled, postured, and submitted to a delayed destiny. Writing this book disturbed me. Its publishing is nine years late, but not too late. I stalled in writing this book, but not because my wounds were still smoldering. It was the mere fact of me becoming transparent and having to tell an ugly truth. I was accustomed to living behind a veil. Being transparent meant that I had to reveal my deep wounds, scars, and many fears that were personally mine. There were some parts of my life that had been off limits to the ministry and the public. However, the Lord let me know that in order for this book to impact lives I had to become naked, reveal the hidden parts of my life, and leave no stone unturned. Unveiling my hurt, shame, rejection, and nakedness was violating my privacy. I was naked because the man that was sent to cover me was covering others and left me exposed. I was his assignment and he was obligated to cover me, at all times. It was his reasonable service. When you neglect your assignment, you put everything and everyone in danger. His lack of concern for me placed me on a hit list. But, the weapon did not damage me because I was a moving target. It's difficult to assassinate a moving target. Your assassinators need you to cooperate and stand completely still.

Abandoned by her mother at birth, visually impaired Cammie Deveau hopes to start a brand new life at a school for the blind in Halifax, but she must convince her bootlegging aunt to let her go.

This posthumous novel from acclaimed author David Budbill tells the story of The Man Who Lives Alone in the Mountains. As winter descends on his idyllic home, the man encounters a bird with a broken wing, sending him into a poetic and profound meditation on solitude, friendship, and the unstoppable march of time. In the deep woods of Vermont, The Man Who Lives Alone in the Mountains exists in solitude and simplicity. His days are spent caring for his garden and observing the birds and creatures that visit his home. His nights are spent in a contemplative world of music, poetry, letter writing, and, most importantly, bird watching. As November arrives and The Man prepares for winter, he notices an injured bird, shiny and black, holding his own among bullying blue jays. He is drawn to the bird’s spirit of survival and freedom and names it Broken Wing. Since his only neighbors are a couple of hostile brothers and their bird-hunting cat, Broken Wing becomes a source of inspiration—and a friend. As fall changes to winter and back to spring, The Man’s dreams of Broken Wing give way to meditations on the peaks and valleys of life, the passage of time, and the poetry of nature.

I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awakened my spirit with her beauty and led me into the garden of high affection, where days pass like dreams and nights like weddings. Selma Karamy was the one who taught me to worship beauty by the example of her own beauty and revealed to me the secret of love by her affection; se was the one who first sang to me the poetry of real life.

The Rwandan genocide, the Holocaust, the lynching of African Americans, the colonial slave trade: these are horrific episodes of mass violence spawned from racism and hatred. We like to think that we could never see such evils again--that we would stand up and fight. But something deep in the human psyche--deeper than prejudice itself--leads people to persecute the other: dehumanization, or the human propensity to think of others as less than human. An award-winning author and philosopher, Smith takes an unflinching look at the mechanisms of the mind that encourage us to see someone as less than human. There is something peculiar and horrifying in human psychology that makes us vulnerable to thinking of whole groups of people as subhuman creatures. When governments or other groups stand to gain by exploiting this innate propensity, and know just how to manipulate words and images to trigger it, there is no limit to the violence and hatred that can result. Drawing on numerous historical and contemporary cases and recent psychological research, On Inhumanity is the first accessible guide to the phenomenon of dehumanization. Smith walks readers through the psychology of dehumanization, revealing its underlying role in both notorious and lesser-known episodes of violence from history and current events. In particular, he considers the uncomfortable kinship between racism and dehumanization, where beliefs involving race are so often precursors to dehumanization and the horrors that flow from it. On Inhumanity is bracing and vital reading in a world lurching towards authoritarian political regimes, resurgent white nationalism, refugee crises that breed nativist hostility, and fast-spreading racist rhetoric. The book will open your eyes to the pervasive dangers of dehumanization and the prejudices that can too easily take root within us, and resist them before they spread into the wider world.

FANTASY Benjamin Lockhart worked in the aerospace industry in Florida for almost four decades. But all of the years being tossed around in a high-stress, industry environment had taken its toll. Lockhart was physically tired and emotionally exhausted, and ready for something a little less stressful. And so he and his wife, Martha, picked up stakes and moved to South-Central Pennsylvania, where they purchased a small farm property and prepared to live out the remainder of their days in the peaceful Pennsylvania countryside. It didnt turn out exactly as planned. Following a motorcycle accident and near-death experience, Lockhart found that he could now hear animals talking in his mind. And he was astounded to discover they had a great deal to say. Benjamin Lockharts Animal Farm is a visionary tale of the End of Days when animals which have historically been natural enemies predator and prey unexplainably come together in idyllic harmony alongside man, on a Pennsylvania farmstead. The paradigm shift presents a formidable challenge for Benjamin Lockhart and his neighbors. It isnt an easy transition and Lockhart struggles on a daily basis protecting the animals he befriends and ensuring their safety. For Lockhart and his wife, its just one amazing surprise after another.