My books: "Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman", Priceless in Changsha", "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

"Not Exactly Don Juan...and the Liberated Woman", Priceless in Changsha", "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness"

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If you've seen my last three books; same dimensions except smaller than "Not Exactly Don Juan... and the Liberated Woman", (April 2017) that was 341 pages, a fight book, non-fiction twenty pictures, about 6x9. "Priceless in Changsha" (Feb 2017) was 192 pages, six pictures, a non-fiction book on foreign adoption, also 6x9. And "Reaching God's Perfection...Stories of Gratefulness" (182 pages), non-fiction, no pictures, non-fiction and 180 plus pages as well, 6x9. This one, "Therapy on the Run" was influenced by Caytha Jentis Jentis, who'd run the last five miles of my fifty mile runs early (2 in the morning or so), keeping me honest in pace; or when I had kidney stones (a few times), she'd drag my butt through my second or third runs of the day when I was doing 130 to 230 miles in a week, inbetween work and children, when I would sleep four hours a day, so I wouldn't have to hire a babysitter, yet could have a day with my children in the playground, cook and be Mom, with a great Hubby. Caytha, now in Hollywood and the city, would share with me her screenplays and I was "The Munk". I was too tired to talk and I'm good at keeping secret of her projects she shared with me. It's what happened in my mind, she wanted me to write this sixteen years ago and gave me the title, when I was 'yepping her to death, cause I was ready to pass out on my feet. She was a great running buddy. My Captain in the Marines wanted to know what pushed me nearly thirty-five years ago, what was my mind saying, he asked me. I shrugged said, "I don't know sir!" Basically I couldn't verbalize it then. Caytha begged me to. She knew the few times I spoke.

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