Linda Ivy Cooper is standing before the house of her childhood when she begins to reveal the horrific deeds that took place within the walls. “On one hand (She Ain’t My Sister) is a frightening book and on the other, a hopeful one. It is very, very powerful.” Laurie Rosin, Book Editor
Sunday, November 27, 2011
She Ain't My Sister dedicated to my brother
October 27th, 2011 the world changed. My precious brother passed away in Lakeland, FL. November 25th his ashes were spread under this beautiful tree he loved in Indiana. The little boy of my past (see the dedication page of my book) had suffered all he could take. Rest in peace 'my Buddy' I miss you every day! I love you so very much!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
My 'Buddy' Is Gone
My brother passed away October 27th, 2011. My heart is truly broken. The little boy of my book NO longer suffers.
'She Ain't My Sister' page 77........
"Hey, Molly, look here.
Through an opening quite hidden in the center of the landfill was an oasis of sort's, and Jake and I quickly claimed it as our secret place.
"Hey lets make our own house," I said.
I discovered a discarded wicker couch and chair and positioned them as property borders. We attached old clothes to boards and staked them in the ground as survey lines.
"Jake, here's a shower curtain. Let's use it for a roof." It became a daily ritual on school days to visit our makeshift house.
If we lingered at the dump after school Granny would question Jake about his wet shoes. She was angry when she learned about our adventures. I just let Jake have fun and relished the enjoyment that we shared.
'She Ain't My Sister' page 77........
"Hey, Molly, look here.
Through an opening quite hidden in the center of the landfill was an oasis of sort's, and Jake and I quickly claimed it as our secret place.
"Hey lets make our own house," I said.
I discovered a discarded wicker couch and chair and positioned them as property borders. We attached old clothes to boards and staked them in the ground as survey lines.
"Jake, here's a shower curtain. Let's use it for a roof." It became a daily ritual on school days to visit our makeshift house.
If we lingered at the dump after school Granny would question Jake about his wet shoes. She was angry when she learned about our adventures. I just let Jake have fun and relished the enjoyment that we shared.
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