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Reviewing Dibs the Dragon - Picture Book

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Dibs the Dragon and the Marshmallow Rescue is an excellent read for both adults and children. Ellie Moss, the creator of Dibs and illustrator, Mehibi Studio do an excellent job of making Dibs and his friends come to life. To be honest, I have a fondness for both children's books and dragons. Being able to read to my grandchildren a book where the dragon is the hero, rather than the villian, is a delight.  In addition, Ellie's story provides amble opportunity to have conversations about being lonely, finding friendship and enjoying the simple things of life.  I highly recommend this book for young and old. Dibs the Dragon will become part of my grandchildren's library! About the author: Ellie Moss is the creator of Lickitypop, an imaginative, candy-colored universe where jellybean forests shimmer, bubble scooters zoom through cotton-candy skies, and problems are solved with courage, connection, and a sticky SPLAT. What began as an escape during a difficult chapter in her l...

Friend Remembrance Day

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By the authority vested in me as nobody in particular, but somebody special to many, I declare today to be Friend Remembrance Day! After hearing about the death of yet another friend, one I had lost touch with over the years, I thought I would create a space to remember those who left this time and space, especially for those who never got to say goodbye before they journeyed on beyond the stars. Dear Ones - know you are loved beyond measure and missed more than words can convey. Blessings!  

For Those Gone Too Soon

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For Those Gone Too Soon            by Linda M. Rhinehart Neas  The mind searches –    Within the mind palace - What were the last words spoken ?  Your laugh, your smile  Echoes through rooms and halls  Long lost and barely remembered.  The news came shockingly –  A happened upon obit,  A message from someone you knew,  A call from a mutual friend.  The particulars of how, why, when  Carry little weight –  What matters is that you are gone.  Time, the thief, stole you from now,  Never allowing for a proper goodbye –  Oh the things left unsaid!  Those left behind,  On learning that you now live  In days gone by - among foggy dreams Where the sun always shines –  Pain has ceased its incessant knowing –  Where youth and beauty reign,  Are numbed by the realization that -  No longer will you call - No longer will you hold their hand - No longer will...