Even nature produces the uncommon or the unique at one time or another, like the duckbill platypus. So it is with this book; it is a genuine paradox.

Rudy Hawkins the reporter from the Essex Forum News is on his way back to visit with Uncle Yah Yah. Little does he know that his whole life is about to change. Rudy thought that his first visit with Yah Yah was a blast that took him out of what is called the ordinary life. The life changing things he learned on his first meeting with Uncle Yah Yah was nothing in comparison to the atomic bomb he is about to receive. He is given a second manuscript with more pages than the first. It also contains a surprise . . . a secret letter that could only be explained as something from out of this world.

Uncle Yah Yah 21st Century Man of Wisdom Limited Edition Parts 1 & 2

The author discusses her childhood in 1950s America, describing how she forged her sense of identity from the life and letters of her grandfather and journeyed with her mother to China to learn more about her heritage.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M