Danny Mac

My latest book, The Devil's Dragon, comes out later this year. Would you like to be an ARC reader when the manuscript is complete? DM me or email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com

I received my edited manuscript last week. This week found me making changes and corrections as indicated by a very good eye for details. I am hoping to have ARCs ready sometime in June. If you would like to be a reader before the release date, please DM me or email to dannymac@dannymacauthor.com

I recently completed chapter sixteen in my latest WIP. With this continuation of the Flying People Series of urban fantasies, I have another five or six chapters to finish the plot of this story. The flying heroes meet old nemesis with greater powers as well as some new monsters bringing the threat of death to them. After completing the initial story, it produces six months to a year of corrections and modifications before sending it to the editor.

The Devil’s Dragon lies in the hands of my editor since the beginning of February and she wants another week to complete the corrections. Reviewing the final version, writing the blurb, and making the cover takes a couple of months before it is ready for publication. I am looking for a May release at this time. This storyline introduces several new flying characters as omens point to the deadly dragon from hell coming back into our world today.

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Danny Mac

Hello friends and followers,

This past week my latest book, The Devil’s Dragon went to editing. As someone more accustomed to math than language, finding a good editor is a God send. The Devil’s Dragon brings together Dad, Dannie, and Rod from previous books into an ever-increasing danger from the devil’s dimension from outside our space and time.

They try to live, work, and play as normal people but God chooses them to fight evil as it seeps through fissures in the space-time continuum. The devil sends stronger and more vicious creatures to defeat the trio and set fear into the hearts of Earth. Individually and together they find the monstrosities and kill them before they harm you and me. Strange events throughout the book opens a fissure for the dragon returning to our world that has not been seen in over a thousand years. While we go about our daily lives, the heroes of the story face and defeat the dragon but not before it fires a flame ball striking a new member of the team.

Look for The Devil’s Dragon reaching Amazon this spring. I will announce when preorders are available to purchase. Please stay tuned for future updates and announcements.

A month ago, I began another unnamed book following in the series. The fighting force will defeat creatures from the past made stronger and discover new demons receiving yet even more power. As of this morning, there are eight completed chapters and two more half complete for approximately 20,000 words. By the time the first draft comes together, it should reach 35,000 words.

The basic story takes roughly two months to complete. Self-editing, enhancing, and massaging the story takes a year or more and will increase the word count to over 50,000. I believe there are gremlins that infiltrate my computer that make sixth-grade grammar mistakes just to embarrass me. After a year of enriching the story, I will look for Beta readers.

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I have a new book going to publisher in the next couple months called The Devil's Dragon. It combines the three heroes from my past fantasy books into one sensational story of facing more creatures from the alternative dimension including a dragon sent to kill them. Please keep in touch for its release.

Danny Mac

Christmas Shopping by Danny Mac

Dear Pastor David,

I must apologize to you. Today brought me a horrifying journey into a mysterious realm of sight, color, and smell. I should have asked for your prayers for taking this epic expedition. Selling windows for the steel industry and facing 300 tons of molten metal on a regular basis failed to prepare me for the trek. My job took me fearlessly through sparkles of liquid steel and heights overlooking the ground by 100 feet. Yet, none of this prepared me for the fear I faced today. My lovely bride of fifteen years wanted a sweater for Christmas and it was too hard to tell what they looked like or felt like from the internet. I made plans to visit the place of nightmares and shivers, more commonly known as the mall.

The plan for this campaign came with reconnaissance and precision. Viewing the internet the night before, it revealed Macy’s great deals on women’s clothes. The mall map exposed the door closest to Macy’s women’s department. I quietly slinked into the store and immediately found two sweaters, which both fit the bill. My shaky hands remind me of two whole minutes elapsing from passing through the door. Trying to make a decision that could forever affect my future, I noticed a woman shopping and asked for help. She granted me help with a smile, “The solid red sweater would make it easier to match it to other clothes.” Armed with this knowledge, I made the decision.

In the store for almost five minutes brought a heavy sigh and I thought the hardest part of the shopping trek done exceeded my plans. Then the realization of something else was required for under the tree, I pressed on. She mentioned needing new bras and had gone without a bubble bath since July. By happenchance, I passed a display with Harry London Buckeyes on sale for $5.99 and picked up a box. Now, I had a sure-fire hit for Christmas as a stocking stuffer. A bath area appeared next to the perfume counter at the other end of the store when I cautiously roamed the store.

I was now as far away from the door I came in without leaving Macy’s. My palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking, but I was still within my plans. Being the good husband I am, I engaged the clerk at the counter and asked for bubble bath like Oliver Twist asked for more. She had one kind of bath soap, a ginger flavored, which I knew would not go over well. “Is there anywhere else I can go?” was my query. She informed, “Bath & Body Works by J.C. Penney.”

This journey became foreboding as I left my plan of attack. The sight of kiosks lining throughout the center of the mall with people selling things I did not want, sent shivers down my back. The workers beckoned to me like the Sirens in the Odyssey. Passing many of them up when one left the rocks of the kiosk and lured me with a “free gift.” In her mesmerizing way, she commanded me to hold out my finger. She started to rub it with a blue and white block. Then, with the excitement of a child meeting Santa Clause, she asked if I wanted to be amazed. Removing the block, one shiny fingernail mirrored back to me. The temptress tried to lure me into her vortex of amazing nail care, but I escaped her snare.

Then Victoria Secrets appeared to my left, “Aha, a new bra. That might just do it.” Remembering my wife’s size, I think, “This is easy,” and so I entered the store with victory in my heart. As part of my strategy, I arrived early to avoid the crowds of confusion. This meant better service with a warm and caring face that pleasantly greeted me. “I am looking for a bra for my wife.” I obviously failed to study for this test. Knowing her size was not nearly enough information to buy a bra. This test started with color, ended with a barrage of style and fit questions. It felt like High School again and the teacher gave unprepared me a surprise test. I scurried out of the store defeated but not discouraged.

J.C. Penney appeared at the far end of the mall but could not find Bath & Body Works. The directory shows me at the front entrance and B&B Works was near the back entrance. The thought of another march through the Odyssey of kiosks brought me to panic. A verse repeated in my head, “Though, I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.” Knowing the Bible better would have helped because the rest of that passage did not come to mind. Over twenty minutes passed since beginning the journey, I started to feel high anxiety.

I found Bath & Body Works. Again, I received immediate attention upon walking into the store. “I am looking for something women put in their bath to feel happy.”

“Oh, aromatherapy bubbles,” a greeting smile took me to the shelf.
“These are our most popular,” she continues. She babbles on about softness and smells but by this time, I just want some and get out. I quickly choose Vanilla, and Milk & Honey. They both smelled like soap to me. I hustle for the Macy’s exit, which I came in. My nerves pulsate as I fumbled for my keys trying to open my car and it had a remote unlock button.

Oh, the treacherous journeys a man will make for love are more amazing than one shiny fingernail.

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COMFORTABLE
The Least Understood Word
There have been many commentaries, writing and books on the differences between men and women. If the differences had to be sum up in one word, I believe that one word would have to be “comfortable.” For no other word in the English language has wider connotation between the sexes. To a man, comfortable is something special and desirable. To a woman comfortable is something ordinary and not worth having.
Men seek comfort in every endeavor they undertake. Whether it is shoes or a car, a man has to feel comfortable. How much a man likes a car depended on how comfortable he is behind the wheel of the car. Some men do not like to feel boxed-in and buy SUV’s. Other men want the car to fit like a glove and buy sporty cars. Rarely, do you see a man who owns both. A man goes shoe shopping, one of the most important requirements of the shoes is they have to be comfortable. What man has not owned a pair of everyday shoes and lamented the fact they wore out. Most men have an old shirt in the closet. It is a little tattered; the color has faded but feels just right when you put it on. Then there is our chair. It is usually a recliner and our butts fit just right in the cushion.
Women have little or no comfort requirement when shopping. This is very apparent in the shoes they own. High heel, pointy toes, and sore feet when they take them off are the norm. Comfort takes a back seat to matching an ensemble. What comfort clothes they do own are for days one does not leave the house. They are much too boring to be in public. I heard tell that a woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
Men feel that if something is comfortable, it is worth keeping a long time. When a man says he is comfortable in a relationship with his wife; that means he can see spending the rest of his life with her and not calling her an old shoe. Men do not easily give up easily on things they find comfortable. Whether it is a shoe, a car or a wife, if a man is comfortable, he tries to keep them forever. Comfortable shoes have lifespan is 2 to 3 years. Comfortable car has lifespan is 4 to 10 years. A comfortable wife has a lifespan, oh, an entire life.
To a man, the word “comfortable” does not mean boring, outdated, worn out, lifeless, colorless, odorless, tasteless, weak, ordinary, plain, mediocre, unappealing, featureless, second-rate, commonplace, and stuck in a rut. It is the place; we most want to be. So, when your man says he is comfortable with you, please remember that is saying he would like to spend the rest of his life with you.
By
Danny Mac

HI all,

I have a new book coming out soon called The Devil's Dragon. It is the next in The Flying People Series where the stories come from the previous heroes as the danger escalates for them. It needs professional editing to capture those pesky grammar errors in my writing. Before sending it off, I would like one of my friends to read the story for flow, character development, and congruity. If anyone is willing, I can send a Word Doc or PDF. Please email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com if this sounds interesting to you.

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Wife: Whitherspoon?
Me: No, with a knife!
She slapped my arm.

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Disney Princesses Versus Marvel
Hello everyone,

This is a story for the fathers of daughters, please share with them although moms will also find humor in it.

I had a daddy’s little girl. As an infant, I curled her up in my arms during her worst moments and she became peaceful. It drove mom crazy to see how she calmed down instantly. I read to her every night before bedtime starting early on. Her favorite was the Disney Princesses books my mother bought her. It was not enough to just read to her and I made up voices to go along with the story.

Around five years old, I mentioned Ariel sleeping until the prince kissed her back to life. “No, dad that was Aurora, not Ariel,” came at me with authority and indignation. This comment proceeded with a five-minute lecture on the differences between the two. Only after satisfying her concern over the lack of my knowledge of Disney Princesses did she relent and allowed me to continue with my day.

Fast forward to my thirteen-year-old and not my little girl anymore as we watched a Marvel movie together. This movie introduced several other characters into the plot with another faux pa by me going into a commercial break. “Is that Poison Ivy?”

With an extended eye roll, “Poison Ivy is DC. (Duh, a two-year-old knows that) That is Natasha Romanoff. Don’t you know anything?” Luckily the commercial break was only three minutes long or she would still be lecturing me to this day. Apparently, DC and Marvel may not interchange at any time. Her brief sermon on the devastating effects of combining them compared to a fire and brimstone preacher on the end of the world.

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Update on WIP

Hello everyone,

For the past couple of months, I continue to review and edit two books, Work In Process. The second book follows up the Flying People Series. It possesses several new flying people with new and old demons and monsters. The epilog has me confounded but working on ideas. This should be ready for Beta readers in late spring.

The next book for publication is a collection of short stories. These fall under contemporary romance or literary fiction. It covers lives and situations facing all of us today and includes humor, tragedy, romance, and quirky. The fifth edit comes with some insight from three previewers and I thank them for their help.

However, they did not indicate directly if they like or disliked the stories. I am looking for Beta readers to just give their opinion on the story itself. I am thinking of a grading scale of 1 equaling dislike and 5 equating to loving it. If anyone would like to read my stories coming from my dreams and rate them 1 - 5, you can email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I would be grateful to send you a Word Doc or PDF through Email or a printed copy through snail mail.

Getting Old Is Not for the Weak

Hello everyone,

Rolling out of bed this morning after a good night’s sleep, my back jumps out of place. Going to bed fine, this morning I list about ten degrees to the left with pain pounding with every step. I find comfort in my recliner, but it stiffens after a half-hour so I have to move before then or find myself stuck until someone helps me up.

I remember reading when my back was strong and spry about elderly people complaining growing old is not for the weak. One old man telling me, “The young cannot handle being old.” My laughter at these stories in my twenties does nothing to prepare me for the pain at sixty-three as I appear as a walking boomerang.

Now, my wife and daughter stare caringly at my pain and then angrily glare at me when they have to do the cooking and cleaning of the kitchen. They lovingly nurse me when my back fails to keep me upright, but they do not have to like it and they let me know about it. Working together, they create a delicious dinner of stuffed shells with ricotta and broccoli smothered in a parmesan cream sauce. I am a lucky man to have two beautiful women looking after me.

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The Six Loves of Jack Brown is great and powerful, I was enchanted with Jack’s life story through the eyes of each woman who knew and loved him. While Jack does make love to most of these women, (each gal said he always seemed to feel guilty, like he was cheating on his wife), there is no graphic sex in the book. I would recommend this book for about sixteen years old and up. Not because of sex, but because I think it would be good for a girl about that age to start to understand the forever love a good and faithful man would/should have for a lady. This book was a pleasure to read.
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To My Best Friend

Hello everyone,

This Saturday represents twenty-eight years of marriage to a woman God chose for me. She is the only person in this world who understands me and can live with my good and bad times. I hear other couples mention many fights they have with their spouse and we look at each other wondering why. We only had three fights in all our years married with the first happening before we made our vows.

Through the years we annoyed each other regularly and even changed to find new ways to aggravate each other. Yet, somehow, we managed to love each other despite our faults. Our first date came on July First and in September we became engaged. University caused us to wait until spring break to marry. It seemed like we fit each other. We matched in all the right ways. Where our personalities clashed, it didn’t seem to matter.

My best guess, she is my best friend in my life outside of Jesus. I don’t know how many years we have together, but I do know I will cherish every moment with her. She is my confidant, lover, friend, and partner in life.

28 Years of Trouble

Hello everyone,

Twenty-eight years of marriage catches you quicker than you may think. We celebrate every year with a small outing just the two of us. Where for the most part it has been bliss, there are a few moments of turmoil throughout the years. Some were caused by us both being hard-headed and quite a few were caused by me just being an agitator. Like this one:

Sitting on the couch watching television, I turned to my lovely bride and asked, “Would you like some tea?”
A warm smile, “Sure.”
“While you are up getting yours, can you get me one too?” I didn’t wait for the piercing eyes, I jumped up and made us tea.

A good test for a husband isn’t how much trouble he can avoid, but how much trouble he can get out of. Men will always be in trouble with their wives. It is in our nature to rub them wrong occasionally. If a woman does not become angry once in a while, it means she doesn’t care about him enough to get mad at him. That is not a place he wants to see.

If the true test of a husband is getting out of trouble, may I suggest cooking a meal for her? Learn to cook men, it mitigates out a multitude of sins, errors, and orneriness. Give her a night where she can pull her chair up to the table without slaving in the kitchen beforehand. For bonus points, clean the kitchen afterward giving her a whole evening to herself. It makes for a peaceful home with many benefits and favors long-term relationships.

Why Do Men Do That?

Hello everyone,

When my wife and I were newlyweds, we move from one apartment to another. Our shower curtain didn’t match the new bathroom and we shopped for one that matched. After an unbearable length of searching my wife narrowed the possibilities to two. One clear with the correct color scheme and an opaque one with the same color but a different pattern. “Which should we get?” as if I had any say in decorating the house.

“Get the opaque one.”

“Why”

“Because it makes it easier to sneak up on you while showering.”

Her eyes rolled to the back of the head, crisscrossed and trolled forward in amusement and anger. Then the demure voice from a young woman searching towels next to us, “Why do men do that?” That question popped into my head every so often and I thought of it for twenty-five years.

My vague summation formulates that men have a primitive necessity to face danger. This primeval desire causes us to drive too fast, face angry bulls in an arena, and sneak up on our wives while they shower deep in thought. Any of these actions may cause death if we are not careful. These dangerous endeavors require careful planning, timing, and execution or leave us worse for wear. I hope this answers one question wives have had in the thousands of years of men teasing their wives.

My wife foraged through the mountain of boxes looking for something. Naturally, she found everything but what she searched for. One exceptional find was a binder with old postcards sleeved for protection. These antique postcards revealed an age gone by with one welcoming the troops home from WWI. With each page turned in the binder came a chorus of oohs and ahs with a description of the uniqueness.

She mentioned some interesting notes on the back of one and that set my writing brain to work. I pictured a scenario where a person found their grandfather’s postcards and letters to their grandmother after her passing. The fortyish woman and her near retirement mother discovered the love notes hidden in a box at the back of the closet. The first comes from a fort in America with the usual “miss you” sediments. As the mother and daughter keep reading the WWII postcards kept in chronological order, they become more personal. Moreover, the conservative quiet grandfather made cryptic suggestions for his return that embarrass both daughter and granddaughter upon thinking about it. They both laugh, cry and cringe as they read the early history of the grandparents. They don’t make much headway organizing the house that day.

It seems ideas for stories jump into my mind from the strangest sources. I don’t know if this will make a short story, become part of a longer story, or just a scene to store away in for future reference. Is this the life of a fiction writer? Wherever I go, read or hear has the potential of becoming a story to tell. Like or comment if you suffer from the same dilemma.

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I am working on two new books. Is anyone interested in screening the books for likeability? The first is a collection of short stories and the second is the next book in the Flying People Series. Email or DM for a Word doc.

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Hello, Danny Mac! Thank you for contacting me! I hope you are well and safe and happy and that 2022 is getting off to the right start for you and your loved ones and keeps getting better! Congratulations on your books! Happy reading, writing, and everything else. Blessings!
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Excerpt from: The Six Loves of Jack Brown

Chapter 6 by Mary Osterhauf
Jack’s Last Girlfriend

I was married for twenty years until 1990, when my husband left me for someone else. We hadn’t lived as husband and wife for some time, and his leaving me for another never bothered me. We even stopped fighting during the last years, and when my youngest went to college, we divorced. Knowing the stigma of being a divorced woman hurt more than his leaving the broken home. I moved to a small township south of Medina and the local church accepted me into the community. I met briefly with Sarah Brown on several occasions and met Jack once in 1991. For the past ten years, I nursed with a hospice for terminally ill patients.

In 1997, the county hospital asked our hospice if we could help them set up a nursing supervision for home care. Apparently, they’d received equipment as a gift several years earlier and the hospital was not to charge for the use of the equipment. It was the hope of the hospital leaders to use this equipment for terminally ill patients wishing to die at home. They told us the equipment came from a donor named John Brown whose wife had died at home in 1991. It worked well for the family, and recently another family had made a similar request.

They assigned me to this family using the donated equipment, and we set up a room at the home to care for the dying person. Just after the New Year started, this cancer victim perished in their loving home and surrounded by family. The whole experience impressed both the family and hospice administrators. We submitted the final report of the home hospice to the hospital, and they were pleased with the outcome. They wanted to work together to create an organization to help other families in this position. They asked me to head up this organization because I worked the home hospice and possessed the most knowledge on the subject.

The hospital administration arranged a meeting between Mr. Brown and me. It turned out Mr. Brown was the same Jack Brown I’d met many years ago when I’d started at church in my little town. After socializing for a while, we got down to business. He pointed out all the benefits of hospice care at home and how his advantage in life had allowed him to be with Sarah every day. When we finished the meeting, Jack told me to call anytime for help with this project.

It was agreed by all the entities that we would require some financial help if we were going to make this program available to average- and low-income families. When the insurance companies found out it would cost less than a nursing home, they agreed to fund our project. Hearing that Jack was influential in fundraising projects, I asked him to help. He agreed to help set up a charitable company for this project, with the two principal owners of the company being the hospital and the hospice.

After a year of working on this project, Jack had a working organization. We had corporate donors and several fundraisers a year planned. I transferred to the organization as technical advisor, and we got our first family to use our service. They had at least one family member who stayed home at all times, so the patient would not be alone in her final days. I made weekly trips to the house to refill the medicine dispenser, verify the condition of the patients, and answer any questions. As the patient grew closer to the end, my visits became more frequent, and I even stayed with the patient to relieve the family. At any given time, we would have anywhere from two to five families participating in our home hospice for the terminally ill.

Excerpt from: The Six Loves of Jack Brown

Chapter 5 by Ms. Eddie Tobar
Jack’s Third Girlfriend

It was the first Monday in April of 1996 and I was the assistant to the director of a not-for-profit organization to raise money for breast cancer. The organization had been formed a year earlier by a consortium of local businesspersons who wished to remain anonymous. Our first year, we managed to forward just one hundred and twenty-five dollars over the cost of running the organization to help women in our county. The previous Friday, the head of the consortium dismissed the old director. She had a degree in charitable management and had previously worked for United Way. One of the anonymous businesspersons, who were chairman of the board of the charity and chief corporate sponsor, introduced John “Jack” Brown that morning.

His first week as director, Jack didn’t say much and stayed in his office observing everyone. The following Monday, he called everyone into his office as the first order of business. He let go two people, Cameron Diesel and Clare DuPont. Cameron was marketing coordinator and Clare was project coordinator.

Cameron, who had graduated from Yale, worked part-time both here and with his marketing company. Clare had a sociology degree from Kent State. She worked part-time for the charity and managed a household full-time. Without consideration for either of their situations, Jack told them they were free to go.

Jack appointed Kandi Balicki as the new project coordinator. Kandi was a secretary with three children and a high school education and had not seen her husband in several years.

I would control marketing and development with help from Jack. The charity went from a director and five employees to a director and three employees. Jack went on to explain, “Everyone is replaceable, but if we work together, there will be no replacements.”

He met with all the employees one by one and I was the first to meet with him individually. He asked if I had any questions, and after what I had seen that morning, I had plenty. Jack explained that he’d spent the first week observing who did what and how much they accomplished. The two prima donnas didn’t like to work and they were two peas in a pod who thought they were better than everyone else was. The results of any work they had performed during his first week were pitiful. My results were enough to keep me for the time being, but I would have to show better results in the near future.

He said, “It doesn’t matter how hard you work if there’s nothing to show for it at the end of the day.” He told me about a friend of his named Ol’ Joe and said that when he was in the Army, they had him move a pile of dirt in the morning and move it back in the afternoon. After a day of sweaty work, the pile of dirt stood where it had been in the morning and had nothing to show for it. We discussed my jobs at the charity, and I was very surprised by the depth and detail with which he described each job. I had until the next Monday to have at least four marketing ideas.

He requested Kandi for her assignments while asking having me stay and take notes as we will be working closely together. He told Kandi that her performance was excellent, but her duties were changing. He described Kandi’s new responsibilities to the same detailed degree as mine. She received one week to generate a list of the projects the charity had run the first year and explain why they had failed. Jack assured her that either he or I would facilitate in finding the answer if she asked for help. After Kandi left the meeting, I asked Jack why her, and Jack had two valuable explanations. First, she needed the money, with three mouths to feed, and second, last week when she’d finished her work, she had gone looking for more.

Excerpt from: The Six Loves of Jack Brown
Chapter 4 by Mary Beth Lassiter
Jack’s Second Girlfriend
I was divorced in May of 1992 from a man who was my husband for ten years. I went to downtown Cleveland on a Wednesday morning to surprise him, wearing nothing but a teddy under my coat. I was hoping to have lunch at a nearby hotel and spend a couple hours with my husband. His secretary wasn’t at her desk, which made it easier to spring my surprise on him. I loosened my coat to ready the gift, flung open his office door in a sexy manner, and howled in surprise. The surprise was on me because his secretary was on the couch and my husband was on her. An afternoon delight with his wife was far from his mind at this point as the door swung completely open.
I let out a bloodcurdling scream, then had a few choice words for my husband and his secretary. I don’t remember ever using those words before, and I hope there’s never an occasion to use them again. Securing my coat and running for the elevator with tears dripping down my cheeks, I passed my husband’s boss running towards his office. There were several coworkers peeking out of their offices to see the late-morning commotion. When the elevator doors opened, I was tying my coat as I watched my husband run down the hall while dressing. As the elevator doors closed, he was tucking his shirt into his pants and yelling, “Hold the elevator!”
When I arrived at home, the pain of seeing my husband with his pants down on top of his secretary turned to anger. I was furious at him for unfaithful act and wanted to hurt him back with the pain inflicted on me. As the afternoon progressed, the anger subsided as I thought about our family and the importance of keeping it together. We could work this out, I decided, and it might take all night, but I was determined to make our marriage succeed. I sent the kids, Jane and Michael, to my mom’s house for the night so they didn’t hear of their father’s despicable acts. Cooking dinner for just the two of us, I set up TV trays in the den, figuring it would be most favorable for a long talk with my husband.
I pictured my husband being apologetic and humble upon arriving home. Instead, the man was yelling at me for the ruckus my outburst had stirred up in the office. He was upset because of the scene created by my hysterical screaming and that his boss had observed the commotion. Pressing me harder over the fact, he said he had to sweet-talk the boss just to keep his job with the company. For a moment, a very small moment, I was ready to give in to his ranting with an apology of my own. He acted as if it was unimportant or my fault that he had been having sex with his secretary on the couch. The revolting memory of my outburst angered me to the point that I took his dinner and threw it in the dog dish. My agitated aim must have been from across the kitchen, because the next day there was sizeable a mess to clean up. Putting on my coat, I left for my mother’s house to spend the night with my children instead of my husband.
In court about six months later, he tried to deny having an affair with his secretary. His boss’s wife and I were on the same PTA committee and she informed me of what her husband and their fellow employees had seen that day. They all agreed to testify for me in court, including the boss, how they’d seen them getting dressed and the secretary was still topless when he looked in the office. The judge wasn’t happy with my husband’s attitude, and I got the house while he got the payment until the kids were grown. Upon the children reaching adulthood, I would have the option to buy out the remainder of the mortgage. The judge ordered him to pay seven hundred and fifty dollars per child and one thousand dollars in alimony per month. He was keep all three of us on his health care until Michael, the youngest, was eighteen or finished with college, whichever came later.
The morning of July 24, 1993, I found out the alimony had been reduced to five hundred dollars per month since it was a hardship on my ex-husband. I started searching for a part-time job to meet my monthly financial needs. I needed a couple things at the grocery store and picked up a newspaper to see if there was anything out there for me. I was in a hurry to start my search at home, and the grocery store had just installed a barrier that beeped when shoplifters tried to take things out of the store. I bypassed the barriers to save a step and made a sharp turn around a concrete wall for a quick exit. Just as I hurriedly cleared the block wall, I ran into a man leisurely entering the store.
I am barely five feet tall, and the only time I’ve weighed more than a hundred pounds was when I was pregnant. My head bounced off the man’s solid chest, and I found myself sitting on the ground, gazing up at this man’s polished blue eyes. The look of surprise on his face made his eyes glimmer, and he immediately apologized for the collision while picking up my few groceries. He helped me off the ground with his rock-hard hands and insisted on buying me a cup of coffee at the in-store restaurant. I declined at first, but then he gazed at me with those brilliant blues eyes and I agreed to a cup of coffee. He wanted to make sure I was all right, then he made the mistake of asking me what was wrong. The next half hour was spent with me telling him my life story. Most men would have gotten a glazed-over look on their faces, but he seemed genuinely interested in my mess.

Excerpt from: The six Loves of Jack Brown
Chapter 3 by Bonnie (Palmer) Harrison
Jack’s First Girlfriend
It was the first week in September of 1992 and I was starting my sophomore year of college. I received the same room as I had the previous year, which meant I didn’t have to move anything, since I’d paid in full last spring. The coed dormitory in which I lived was an experiment on campus. The university combined three rooms with four separate sleeping quarters. The soundproofed bedroom walls formed a small central communal area for all to share. The dormitory bathrooms for showering were halfway down the hall, with boys using one and girls the other.
I arrived early Sunday morning. Gloria, a new roommate for me, had moved in on Saturday. Women slept in the individual bedrooms to the left and men in the sleeping quarters on the right. Steve brought his gear up at two, and around two thirty, his father showed up with a television for the common area. Steve was disappointed because there was no cable and we had to preorder the cable and pay the entire quarter in advance. The cable line without the box acted as an antenna and received an Akron PBS channel and a couple of Cleveland channels. We all wondered who occupied the fourth bedroom as the day slipped into evening.
It was after six when this old man showed up carrying a small overnight bag. Waiting for his kid to show with the rest of the stuff, the old man went into the bedroom and came back out a few minutes later. He introduced himself as Jack Brown, but our registration said John Brown, so we asked him about it. His name was John but he grew up as Jack and preferred if everyone called him Jack. When Jack shook everyone’s hand, introducing himself, it was like shaking hands with a wrench. After Jack retired early, Steve cried that he’d thought the gorilla was going to break his hand. Jack pointed at the thirteen-inch television on the stand and asked if we were stuck with this. Steve blurted it was his thirteen-inch television and if Jack could do better, Steve said, “Go for it.”
I got the impression that Steve thought highly himself as the dominant male. He had a macho personality that the world had to revolve around for him to be happy. Before Jack had arrived, Steve was taking over every conversation. Jack seemed very interested in Gloria’s and my opinions. As we discussed our classes and our expectations for the future, Steve disappeared halfway through the night. At 10:00 p.m., Jack announced it was time for bed, and Gloria stayed up with me talking until midnight. We both commented what a great man Jack was, with Gloria adding, “If he were a few years younger, I would marry him.”
On Monday, Jack entered the dorm around five, and a local store delivered his new television during the day, including reconnecting the cable into the new TV. When Jack turned on the television, it produced one hundred channels of static and snow. I told him no one had the money for cable and we were using the cable line as a normal antenna. Jack stated he would buy the cable, but we would have to come up with the money for any special channels. Steve informed him it would take two weeks to get the cable hooked up, and he would have to go to their office and pay in advance to get it. Jack pulled the latest pocket-sized cell phone from his jacket pocket, pushed some buttons and said, “Hello,” followed by, “Don’t you owe me a favor?” Jack explained the situation and said he would like to have cable by six to watch the stock market show.

Excerpt from: The six Loves of Jack Brown, Chapter 2 Jack's Daughter

I started junior high in the fall of 1985, and algebra was the required math. The letters with numbers in the problems from the book proved too hard for me to comprehend. Naturally, I went to Mom, requesting her help because she had the college degree. She declared her diploma was in political science and math was not her strength. I inherited Mom’s math skills and would ask Dad for help since he used math every day. I would much rather have Mom help me with challenging homework than Dad. Mom gave me some of the answers, then helped me figure out a few more and left me to my own to determine the rest. Dad, on the other hand, would carefully examine the problem, thoroughly helping me understand each step. That I learned more algebra through Dad’s teaching method than Mom’s was easy to admit. It seemed every night, there was Dad helping me with my homework and taking me to the next level, never giving me the answer but always seeming to point in the right direction. By the end of the school year, I really didn’t need his help anymore, but it made him feel good to help me.

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In The Six Loves of Jack Brown, Jacks doesn't need God as he builds a family and business. In his fifties, God places a need for Jack to find him and Jack spends the last few years searching for God. Why did God wait so long to call Jack?

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