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  <about><![CDATA[From <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.clpearson.com/about_me.htm">http://www.clpearson.com/about_me.htm</a><br/><br/>In fourth grade, in Gusher, Utah, I won four dollars in a school district essay contest on “Why We Should Eat a Better Breakfast.”  And yes, this morning I had a bowl of my own excellent granola, followed by a hike in the hills near my home in Walnut Creek, California.<br/><br/>In high school I began writing in earnest.  I have now in my files a folder marked “Poetry, Very Bad,” and another, “Poetry, Not Quite So Bad.”  Writing served a good purpose for that very dramatic, insecure adolescent.  Also at that time I began to keep a diary, which I still maintain and which has been indescribably useful to me both as a writer and as a pilgrim on the earth. <br/><br/>After graduating from Brigham Young University with an MA in theatre, teaching for a year in Utah at Snow College, and traveling for a year, I taught part-time at BYU in the English department and was then hired by the motion picture studio on campus to write educational and religious screenplays.<br/><br/>While performing at the university as Mrs. Antrobus in Thornton Wilder’s “The Skin of Our Teeth,” I met and fell in love with Gerald Pearson, a shining, blond, enthusiastic young man, who fell in love with me and my poems. <br/><br/>“We’ve got to get them published,” he said on our honeymoon, and soon dragged me up to the big city, Salt Lake City, to see who would be first in line to publish them.  “Poetry doesn’t sell,” insisted everyone we spoke to, and I, somewhat relieved, put publishing on the list of things to do posthumously.<br/><br/>But not Gerald. “Then I’ll publish them,” he said.  Borrowing two thousand dollars, he created a company called “Trilogy Arts” and published two thousand copies of a book called Beginnings, a slim, hard-back volume with a white cover that featured a stunning illustration, “God in Embryo,” by our good friend Trevor Southey, now an internationally known artist.  On the day in autumn of 1967 that Gerald delivered the books by truck to our little apartment in Provo, I was terrified.  I really had wanted to do this posthumously.      <br/><br/>       Beginnings<br/><br/>Today<br/>You came running<br/>With a small specked egg<br/>Warm in your hand.<br/>You could barely understand,<br/>I know,<br/>As I told you of Beginnings–<br/>Of egg and bird.<br/><br/>Told, too,<br/>That years ago you began,<br/>Smaller than sight.<br/>And then,<br/>As egg yearns for sky<br/>And seed stretches to tree,<br/>You became–<br/>Like me.<br/><br/>Oh,<br/>But there’s so much more.<br/>You and I, child,<br/>Have just begun.<br/><br/>Think:<br/>Worlds from now<br/>What might we be?–<br/>We, who are seed<br/>Of Deity.<br/><br/>We toted a package of books up to the BYU bookstore, and asked to see the book buyer.  “Well,” she said, “nobody ever buys poetry, but since you’re a local person, let me take four on consignment.”  As they came in packages of twenty, we persuaded her to take twenty--on consignment.  Next day she called and asked, “Those books you brought up here.  Do you have any more of them?”<br/><br/>I had anticipated that the two thousand books, now stacked in our little closet and under our bed and in my Daddy’s garage, would last us years and years as wedding presents.  But immediately we ordered a second printing.  Beginnings sold over 150,000 copies before we gave it to Doubleday and then to Bookcraft.<br/><br/>Beginnings was followed by other volumes of poetry: The Search, The Growing Season, A Widening View, I Can’t Stop Smiling, and Women I Have Known and Been.  Most of the poems from the earlier books now appear in a compilation, Beginnings and Beyond.  The poems have been widely reprinted in such places as Ann Landers’ column, the second volume of Chicken Soup for the Soul, and college textbooks such as Houghton Mifflin’s Structure and Meaning: an Introduction to Literature.  That first little volume of verse, and my husband’s determination, laid the foundation for my entire career.<br/><br/>Another characteristic of my husband was to have a profound effect on both ]]></about>
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    <![CDATA[Goodbye, I Love You]]>
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    <![CDATA[The true story of a wife, her homosexual husband, and a love that transcended tragedy.    Gerald Pearson had been honest with Carol Lynn about his homosexual past, but both of them had faith that marriage and devotion to their religion would change his orientation. Love would conquer all. Then, after eight years of apparent happiness and the birth of four children, Gerald was no longer able to deny what he considered to be his essential self. Carol Lynn was shattered, her self-esteem all but destroyed. Their divorce, however, could not erase a lifetime of love and mutual support. Carol Lynn courageously stood by her former husband's side. Even when he contracted AIDS - and came home to die.]]>
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    <![CDATA[The Lesson: A Fable for Our Times]]>
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    <![CDATA[From The Bestselling Author of A Stranger For Christmas. &quot;If Two Trains Are Approaching Cleveland, and One Leaves At 1: 00 P. M. and Travels At 50  Mph. . . &quot; You Thought--You Hoped--You'd  Left Them Far Behind, Along With Home-  Work Assignments, Carbon Paper, and Caf-  Eteria Food. But Have You Noticed That  You're Still Faced With Story Problems?  &quot;If You Woke Up 14 Mornings In A Row  Wondering If It Was Worth It To Get Out of Bed Because You Felt Like You'd Been Giving 100% To 2 Dozen People and Get- Ting Only 30% In Return. . . &quot;So How Do Big  Boys and Girls Solve Those Kind of Prob- Lems? Told In The Straightforward Trad- Ition of A Classic Fable, and Illust-  Rated As Richly As A Favorite Children's  Story, Pearson's Modern Tale Will In- Spire Every Adult Facing His Or Her Own Story Problems.]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1998</published>
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    <![CDATA[A Stranger for Christmas: A Novel]]>
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    <![CDATA[Spending Christmas alone in a nursing home, two elderly women, Florence and Myrna, share their longing for the love of a traditional family Christmas. In order to prove to a doubting Florence that the joy of Christmas still exists, Myrna bets that someone will make room in their hearts and home for a stranger.]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1984</published>
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    <![CDATA[No More Goodbyes: Circling the Wagons Around Our Gay Loved Ones]]>
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    <![CDATA[Annabelle Perkins, a middle-aged waitress in a small midwestern town, has an extraordinary dream of traveling to the Holy Land at Christmas and giving a gift to Jesus. After saving her money, it appears as if her dream will finally come true, but a series of unexpected circumstances leaves Annabelle faced with a difficult choice.]]>
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    <![CDATA[Beginnings]]>
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  </authors>  <published>1975</published>
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    <![CDATA[Consider the Butterfly]]>
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    <![CDATA[$14.95 hardcover  · 1-58685-176-4    <p>6 x 7 in, 144 pp, Rights: W, Inspiration        <p>At some point in our lives, we have all experienced synchronicities, those amazing coincidences that offer short glimpses into the backstage of life, the hidden order of things. Carol Lynn Pearson has for years kept track of the coincidences in her days, looking at them with a poet's eye for metaphor and meaning: a pan of &quot;mama's cinnamon rolls&quot; appears in the first shot of a movie just minutes after she and her sister reminisce on that favorite childhood food; a smiley face pops up on the computer screen during the writing of her daughter's funeral service; eight butterflies appear within an hour, not on the wing but in the word, bringing a message of transformation and hope. Learning the language of synchronicity can help each of us to more frequently access and recognize the wisdom of the divine. After reading Consider the Butterfly, you will never again see the events in your daily life as just events. You will start to see your name on messages sent special delivery, giving helpful clues on your own personal journey.         <p>Carol Lynn Pearson has established an impressive career as a best-selling author of more than thirty books and plays. With Consider the Butterfly: Stories of Meaningful Coincidence, Carol Lynn moves her relationship with readers in a new and more intimate direction, sharing personal stories in &quot;an innocent and awesome show-and-tell&quot; of her experience with the phenomenon of synchronicity. Carol Lynn is the mother of four grown children and lives in Walnut Creek, California.</p></p></p>]]>
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  </authors>  <published>2002</published>
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    <![CDATA[The Growing Season]]>
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  <average_rating>3.93</average_rating>
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  </authors>  <published>1976</published>
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    <![CDATA[The Runaway Mother]]>
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    <![CDATA[There ought to be better zoning laws, Alison is certain, to prevent a clearly inept mother like herself from living next door to the wards, and perhaps the worlds, most perfect mother. Alison decidesafter the final straw has fallen on the camels back of her eternal maternal devotionto run away from home for Mothers Day weekend. Her plan is perfect until disaster strikes, tables turn, and she becomes the only one who can save the day. If youor anyone you knowhas ever felt like a second-rate mother, Alisons story will let you breathe easier, laugh louder, and love a little longer.]]>
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    <ratings_count>1222</ratings_count>
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  </authors>  <published>2006</published>
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    <![CDATA[Will You Still be My Daughter? (Fable for Our Times, 3)]]>
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  <average_rating>4.25</average_rating>
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    <![CDATA[Third Fable for Our Times by Carol Lynn Pearson shows the love and bond that is eternal between a mothers and daughters.]]>
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  </authors>  <published>2001</published>
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