This cute age play blank comic book is perfect for creating little space superheroes.

Many changes occur as Dottie, after six years single, tries to adjust to sharing a life with an over-achieving, not so faithful spouse. Except for a Minneapolis 8-track recording endeavor and a weekly guest shot on a local TV show, (Arrowhead Country), it seems Dottie's career is in a slump, placed on a back burner. The new marriage pressures many new demands flooding the scenario. Precious time is diverted to family, taking the spotlight away from music. Teen-age undisciplined upheavals arise, as do snowmobiling excursions, camping trysts, race-track diversions, putting stress on limited time slots. A Paris, France adventure, with a brief appearance in a French Band revitalized Dottie's passion for her career and she returns with renewed passion for life, but less for marriage. Priorly, in her adamant testimony of her moralizing, self-righteous virtues, Dottie is now forced to EAT CROW as she joins the coterie of the "Angels Flying too Close to the Ground" at the Gopher 'Peyton Place! The Result?? An intriguing blurr on a downhill glide, in a new direction to infidility, Fervent, impetuous Passion and Euphoric Ecstasy!

Along the crushed-but-not-destroyed and cast-down-but-not-forsaken, way, God told me, Go to my church that I have for you. There, they will bind up your wounds. They will break bread with you. They will drink of my cup with you. And, as you do and say whatever I command you, and go where I tell you to go, I will heal you, and indeed set you free. Later, I wrote, Never Again in Satan's Field. I vowed to never again break faith with those who died. Only to find out that my faith was never broken, only buried. I choose to forgive, rather than hold a grudge. In that, I'd rather be better, than bitter. I was born in a little town of Tuelon, Man. It wasn't much of a town back then, where nothing significant would come from there. God had set me apart before I was even born. Almost born in a ditch, God called my life into being, though the doctors said I wouldn't live an hour. The cord's wrapped around my neck 3X. Skin's as blue as the sky. Left leg 3 inches shorter than the other. Brain damaged, it was soon evident that I couldn't grasp anything or anyone, except for Jesus. The first encounter told me I was loved, while the second time of like surroundings, told me I was almost in the ditch. I had to fight to learn, only to be told that Jesus was teaching me all along the way. And, because He chose to love me, I'd become better and stronger, not bitter and weaker.

From the host of Comedy Central's newest program, The Nightly Show with Larry Wilmore, comes the first paperback reprint of his funny and provocative musings on race in America and other nightly topics--updated with new material for this edition. Now boasting three new chapters and an introduction exclusive the trade paperback edition, I'd Rather We Got Casinos And Other Black Thoughts by Larry Wilmore gives Wilmore's on-screen character of the same name a place to voice his opinions on controversial topics in a way that anyone can find amusing . . . and eye-opening. Exploring various literary forms such as op-ed pieces, epistolary entries, graduation speeches, and long-lost transcripts, the result is a collection that the expanded audience from his successful Comedy Central program will enjoy, including: why black weathermen make him feel happy (or sad); why brothas don't see UFOs; letters to the NAACP; and more, including his frustration with Black History Month -- after all, can twenty-eight days of trivia really make up for centuries of oppression?"

This is a story about one man's forty-year struggle to leave what he thought would be a temporary job in Banking to follow his lifelong dream of becoming an artist. Away from the bank, he took what time he could afford to work toward that goal. After some oil painting lessons, his skills improved. Working in his garage usually at night, he started giving away and selling some of his paintings to friends. Since Banking and Art are quite opposite, he felt as though he was leading a sort of double life. After his skills improved, he attempted to find ways to leave banking, including a wild and crazy decision to open a gallery in Carmel, California. Still living his double life, he hoped the gallery would eventually replace his bank job. It did not. When a benefactor offered to back him financially, he happily left banking, only to reluctantly return to banking when his benefactor could not continue funding. Back to his double life again, he continued painting and sold his work in several galleries. This story takes the reader on many rocky paths, some of which were dead ends, ultimately to one as a full time Artist. When Illness and death took his wife and daughter, his faith was sorely tested, however he never gave up painting. After remarrying, he and his wife returned to the Monterey Bay where the dream is still alive.