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How Do I Choose the Best Professional Cleaning Service

Keeping your home clean can be an exhausting task, especially if you have to squeeze it in between the chaos and work and keeping your family in line. And if your life feels like it’s nothing but cleaning and tedious chores, perhaps it’s…

How to Keep Your Pool Clean Without Using Chemicals

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and if you haven’t done it already, you are probably getting ready to open your pool and start the swimming season. Having a pool in your backyard is wonderful, but it requires quite some effort before you…

8 Ways to Make Food Shopping as a Parent More Bearable

No one is denying children aren’t the gift that keep on giving. But, as a parent, there are just some tasks in day to day adult life that shouldn’t be accompanied by kids. Namely the weekly food shop. Opening yourself up to a world of whining, potential tantrums and…

We are all different, and how we create is very different as well. I love to learn and share about the writer’s journey. Here is a rare glimpse into LR Gray’s writing life. Thank you for sharing this with all of us! Late one afternoon sitting inside my two bedroom trailer home. Watching from my living room window outside at my children playing in the yard. I saw my son Andrew and daughter Shantinnia. As to what they were playing I could not say only except Shan was correcting Andrew and the look on his face took me to a very sad little boy who wished he was the oldest. His look said everything. He wanted to be in charge and set the dos and don’t s. After a while I saw them go their separate ways as if they had decided it was best. Shan was not aware of this decision, but Andrew had made it for them. He had removed himself from near her to my mother’s front porch trees. After several minutes of not hearing Andrew not respond back to Ms. Shan. She finally looked up to see there was no Andrew to obey her every word. Then looking across the 1 acres land her eyes rested on him sitting under grandma’s porch tree. He had found a way to have fun without her. He had fallen a sleep with a puppy in one hand and his thumb in his mouth. Sorry I cannot tell you how this story ends. You just have to wait to see in "The Gastronomical Effect" by L R Gray. I can't wait to learn more about your upcoming book! Thank you for sharing this with us.

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