Bonnie Bell was her real name—Bonnie Bell Wright. It sounds like a race horse or a yacht, but she was a girl. Like enough that name don't suit you exactly for a girl, but it suited her pa, Old Man Wright. I don't know as she ever was baptized by that name, or maybe baptized at all, for water was scarce in Wyoming; but it never would of been healthy to complain about that name before Old Man Wright or me, Curly. As far as that goes, she had other names too. Her ma called her Mary Isabel Wright; but her pa got to calling her Bonnie Bell some day when she was little, and it stuck, especial after her ma died. That was when Bonnie Bell was only four years old, that her ma died, and her dying made a lot of difference on the ranch. I reckon Old Man Wright probably stole Bonnie Bell's ma somewhere back in the States when he was a young man. She must of loved him some or she wouldn't of came to Wyoming with him. She was tallish, and prettier than any picture in colors—and game! She tried all her life to let on she liked the range, but she never was made for it. Now to see her throw that bluff and get away with it with Old Man Wright—and no one else, especial me—and to see Old Man Wright worrying, trying to figure out what was wrong, and not being able to—that was the hardest thing any of us ever tried. The way he worked to make the ma of Bonnie Bell happy was plain for anybody to see. He'd stand and look at the place where he seen her go by last, and forget he had a rope in his hand and his horse a-waiting. We had to set at the table, all three of us, after she died—him and the kid and me—and nobody at the end of the table where she used to set—her always in clothes that wasn't just like ours. I couldn't hardly stand it. But that was how game Old Man Wright was. He wasn't really old. Like when he was younger, he was tall and straight, and had sandy hair and blue eyes, and weighed round a hundred and eighty, lean. Everybody on the range always had knew Old Man Wright. He was captain of the round-up when he was twenty and president of the cattle association as soon as it was begun. I don't know as a better cowman ever was in Wyoming. He grew up at it.

When fifteen year old Jake Allister learns the new neighbor in his apartment complex is an elderly man from Germany named Mr. Wagner, he fears the worst. The guy's old enough to have survived World War II, and to Jake's young mind, that makes him suspect. Because Mr. Wagner isn't Jewish, Jake assumes the man must have been part of the Nazi regime who tortured and killed millions before he was born. Jake isn't religious, by any stretch of the imagination, and neither is his mother. He had to learn about the Holocaust at school; now he distrusts anything German, including Mr. Wagner. Then he sees the old man watching him and his boyfriend Thad make out in the parking lot. Jake justknowsthe guy is a Nazi. But when he finally gets invited into Mr. Wagner's apartment, Jake discovers Jews weren't the only ones who suffered during the Holocaust. For the first time, he begins to grasp the scope of the tragedy that unfurled during the war ... and what it meant to be Jewish -- or gay -- in Nazi Germany.

A childrens story that introduces the elderly and how significant the young can be to the elderly and vice versa.

"Ellen James writes with warmth, wit and style. I look forward to each new book."—Debbie Macomber Michael Turner is the man next door and he's got problems! He's an ex-cop turned P.I., who's pretending to be a writer. His partner—normally the most rational of women—is pretending she's pregnant. His eleven-year-old son—whom he loves—isn't pretending anything, but then, the boy's barely talking to him. His father—whom he loathes (no pretense here)—is back in town. And to top it all, he's becoming dangerously attracted to the woman next door, a woman he's been paid investigate, a woman who just might be pretending that she hasn't murdered her husband.

Go with a man who travels through an adventure who simply wants to take an nap on his front porch swing. in a dream, or was it two, or a dream within a dream. He speaks about a mental problem he has but from experience. He believes he would not be accepted in the church, even with the knowledge he has about the Bible isn't enough to go to a heaven that may or may not exist. He travels through torture and time all the way back to the cross and back and wakes up with a friend and decides it doesn't matter who he is. He really wanted a visit because he so lonely. Now he belongs somewhere and his feelings are completely changed forever.

Readers will find inspiration and new directions in the cross-cultural and interdisciplinary approaches to fairy tales provided by Re-Orienting the Fairy Tale.

Hairstylist Mackenzie Reese is feeling fabulous and free Her teenage son has gone cross-country to live with her ex, so Mackenzie's got a new lease on life--no men, no kids, no problem Then sexy disc jockey Ian Kelly moves in next door...and it's more than just the barbecue that heats up. Ian moved to Vermont for a job and his own type of freedom. But he hadn't counted on a beautiful, sassy neighbor to stir his deep, delicious longings. And when Ian finally crosses Mackenzie's threshold...it's more than just sugar he wants. But unexpected drama threatens to rain on this block party. (Doesn't it always?) No matter. All Ian can say is there goes the neighborhood...and his heart.