Teaching kids geography: Cool.
Hearing Hollywood refer to your book series as "a property": Awesome. Writing book 3 in the Crime Travelers trilogy: Priceless.
Priceless is Now Available:
This is the 3rd book in the middle-grade series that editor Mark Robichaux says, "reads like The Bourne Identity -- but for kids." Not for you? But still want to help kids learn about the world? Please forward this to a 4 - 7 grade teacher. Thanks for the support! Paul
Here's an early review from someone named Margo.
PRICELESS is an action packed ride of underwater scuba adventures and elaborate art heists. Sprinkled amongst the story are interesting and educational examples of Spanish cuisine, art, language, and geography. Most importantly, the book contains a positive lesson on what is truly priceless in life and what can be accomplished through collaboration and a sense of purpose. Lucas Benes and the New Resistance kids have triumphed once again!
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An Audible Promised Land
Thursday, October 27, 2016
What's more valuable than priceless?
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Adapted from Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass - Reading at my friends' wedding this weekend in Vermont.
The day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,
refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear
in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing bathed,
laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on her
way coming, O then I was happy,
O then each breath tasted sweeter, and all that day my food
nourish’d me more, and the beautiful day pass’d well,
And the next came with equal joy, and with the next at
evening came my friend,
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands as
directed to me whispering to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same
cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams her face was
inclined toward me,
And her arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night I
was happy.
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