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Health & Wellness Books Collection
Inspiring books for health, wellness, and learning
Madison Avenue Publishers
Laina & the Vamp (illustrated)
“What is your passion?” the Vampire asked her.
“White,” she replied without hesitation.
“I eat cottage cheese and pot cheese, farmer’s cheese, ricotta, mozzarella, meringue, Reddi-wip, Cool Whip, mashed potatoes, white rice, spring turnips, and I drink non-fat milk and occasionally a Chardonnay—or two.”
The Vampire watched her. Was she kidding? He was expecting something more like jewelry, lingerie, perfume.
“My skin is very pale, you see,” she continued, “I think I’m anemic.”
The Vampire muffled a groan, rolling his eyes in ecstasy. This made Laina unsure. After a noticeable interval, and out of sheer discomfort, she asked him the same question.
Just Desserts (featured in Poetica, the Jewish Literary Magazine)
by B.K. Smith:
A story of a young Jewish woman’s descent into madness.
New York City, 1950s.
First published 2015 Poetica, The Literary Magazine.
For students and mental health professionals: Questions and conversation topics available.
Manhattan Tryst (coming)
A Dream Come True – Billi bear, Medicine woman & Spiders (illustrated)
A story for everyone, all ages, but especially for Step parents and Foster parents, Grandparents, Guardians, Nurses and Teachers, and those who tend to our Children when we cannot be there.
“Ah, family...” laughed Spider, as she spun her web into a dream catcher. “You know, offspring aren’t always what they’re cracked up to be. And I should know. I’ve had about a million of them, scattered all over. ‘Skitter by,’ I say to them. ‘Bring all the spider-lings.’ I know, I know, they’re busy weaving their own webs and propagating attics and cellars, corners and crevices. I understand. I do. Well, on most days I do.”
After Annika Medicine Woman, fed, washed, kissed, and tucked all the small village children into their beds, she walked along the shore of the river for the better part of an hour, watching the sea and the stars. She prayed that Great Spirit Universe might show her something amazing in the universe. A shooting star? Perhaps a Mermaid? On this cold winter night, at full moon, Annika eyed a tiny white polar bear sitting on thin ice on the other side of the river.
At the end of the day, whether blending families or weaving coalitions in communities, or even just bringing home a polar bear, it takes a pure heart, keen intuition, and a dream catcher. Then it takes humility, courage, compassion, and vision.
The FOX and the HAWK – (audio/print)
by Barbara Kennedy:
“The Fox and the Hawk,” can be read on two different levels: by children, who will see some of the differences right away, mostly physical, but also the plate of worms Fox offered Hawk. Fox just assumed that Hawk would eat worms—don’t all birds eat worms for breakfast? Young readers mostly want everyone to get along. So they are somewhat relieved when Fox returns with a plate of bugs and berries; it shows kindness, understanding and resilience. Young adults and adults will see the deeper meaning and universal struggle for connection despite preconceived notions, irrational fears, language barriers, adaptability and trust issues. A non political cultural diversity piece for all ages.
Thousands of years ago, the visionary Isaiah dreamed of a time when even the Lion would dwell peacefully with the Lamb. Many odd friendships have developed between members of divergent species—a Cow and a Rabbit, a Mountain Lion and a Mule Deer, a Crow and a Sheep. It is not at all improbable that occasionally a particular Fox and a particular Hawk might meet up and become friends…
On a sunny morning on a small cattle ranch along the southern border, all was quiet until a sudden burst of activity broke out between some rail corrals and a wooden wishing well. Fox had been lolling there in the sun, belly up, her nose twitching, as ribbons of dust floated by. Then a very large shadow passed overhead, the darkness sudden, as an enormous winged apparition hovered, blocking the sun like a giant storm cloud.
Yikes! Buzzard! Fox raced to her nearby foxhole.
Moments later, she peeked out and the big bird was gone. She wiped her brow with her trembling paw. That was close!
But before she knew it, Fox was grabbed by the nape of her neck and lifted off her feet, up into the air, crying, “Help! Help! Let me go, let me go!”
And the Hawk released her—onto a low-lying branch of a tree, where he knew she would be safe.
“Ow, ow, my neck…” complained Fox, annoyed. Why was she suddenly up a tree? What was Hawk thinking, grabbing a fox that way?
A Deadly Game of GO (coming)
The Holding Pen, a novella
A Collection of Unusual Love Prose, The Holding Pen
