Books

Harvesting Miracles: Solace for the Soul

Poems for a variety of meditative moods await the reader in Alicia Schooler-Hugg’s premier book of poetry. As a Black nurse educator who has experienced and survived a life generously peppered with love, loss and miracles, the poet takes the reader on a poetic journey through fire and ice. While reflective of a variety of emotional plateaus ranging from the joy of “Harvesting Miracles,” the challenges of “Wattspawn” and “May I Have Justice?”, to poems of searing devastation as seen in “Michelle,” readers will recognize the universality of the human experience. In addition, a touch of humor in poems like “Once Upon a Yesterday,” and “Amazon Says”, adds levvity to this collection. “Paint my Tomorrows” sparks hope and salvation at rainbow’s end.


Art and Soul of Jazz, A tribute to Charles Mingus Jr.

Art and Soul of Jazz, A tribute to Charles Mingus, Jr. 4th Edition

Just before her death in December of 2005, my mother, Vivian Alicia Mingus Myles, the older sister of Charles Mingus, Jr., handed me two large plastic bags of treasured letters, cards, and other documents. Through these documents, events that helped shape Charles Mingus, Jr. emerged and I knew that as a writer, I must share. Significantly, this edition reveals how racism affected the Mingus family. Profiles and portraits of 94 jazz notables are also included.The book is ideally suited as a reference for universities, libraries, and booksellers. As featured jazz artist Clint Eastwood says in his foreword: “This book is destined to become a staple for all serious jazz fans.”


Granny Does Europe: A Love Story

A stolen kiss in a Paris doorway;a spat on a train bound for Rome; surviving the Sistine Chapel. Two seniors from diverse cultural backgrounds defy the odds & discover that love has no boundaries … Stifled for years by a fear of flying, the author pulls the reader along on her first European tour with a match made in cyberspace. At journey’s end travelers will agree that there is no end to beauty here, no end to faith, no cap to joy. As long as we live, breathe and have our being, we are becoming. In touch with our spirits we learn, we grow, we soar. In touch with our hearts, we love.

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