September 10 2017

WHAT I’M DOING NOW! #RATERSNOTHATERS #RRBC

During a recent chatroom meeting at RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB, a certain someone (Amie O’Brien) yelled out “RATERS NOT HATERS”, and I hope you all know how hard it is to yell anything during a chatroom meeting!

Have you ever known someone that gets an idea in their heads (Nonnie Jules) and just won’t let it go? This idea rattled around a few days then RATERS NOT HATERS was born!

Well, I bet all y’all can’t guess what is being added to my resume?! If you guessed Co-Host of RATERS NOT HATERS you’d be right!

PATRICIA GREEN (me), Co-Host

 JOY NWOSU LO-BAMIJOKO, Co-Host

SHIRLEY HARRIS-SLAUGHTER, Co-Host

 

BEGINNING ON SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 23rd at NOON CT, you are all invited to join us as we rate the books that we all want to read. We are some of our top readers in the RAVE REVIEWS BOOK CLUB and we post reviews on a pretty regular basis, so, who better to give our opinions?

With the internet trolls on the lose, you just can’t believe many of the reviews you read these days. I mean, these trolls are on a mission to seek and destroy the greatest of written works, just because they can. They’re not even real reviewers so we’ll just call them haters.

Enter our super trio of Reviewers! We will share the good and sometimes even our constructively informative views of a book, in hopes that it will help the author become better. No worries, though, we’re not here to tear anyone’s work down. Remember, we’re RATERS NOT HATERS!

Sound like a fun show? Have you ever (virtually) met Joy, Shirley and me? Well, you can bet your bottom dollar it will be!

 

Show: RATERS NOT HATERS

Airs: Every 4th Saturday of each month

Air Time: 12 Noon CT

Show length: 30 minute segment

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Next Air Date:

Saturday, September 23, 2017

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“TIL DEATH DO US PART” by AUTHOR, JAN SIKES

 


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August 6 2017

WATCH “RWISA” WRITE Showcase Tour – Jan Sikes @rijanjks

 

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

By Jan Sikes

 

Henry Jacobsen ran gnarled fingers through 84 years of living and swatted at a fly that buzzed around his head. The sun warmed his old bones and he turned to face his longtime friend. “You know, Aaron, what the world needs now, is for people to show a little more respect to each other. Back in my day, if I acted or talked disrespectful, I got my hide tanned.”

The wooden boards underneath Aaron’s rocker creaked in syncopated rhythm with his movement. “Yep, Henry. Times are different nowadays.”

Henry timed his chair rhythm with Aaron’s. “Before I came to stay here, I had a house over on Boulder Street. There was a family a few doors down that was always borrowing things from me, but somehow they never remembered to return any of them.”

Aaron nodded. “I’ve had it happen to me many times.”

“I pulled into the driveway one day just in time to see the oldest kid unscrewing my water hose. By the time I parked the car and got out, he had it slung over his shoulder.” Henry’s frown deepened. “It’s frustrating when you can’t move like you used to.”

He gazed across the green manicured lawn of the Post Oaks Retirement Center as if viewing some long-ago forgotten scene.

“Well?” Aaron prodded. “What did you do?”

“I hollered at him and asked what in the world he thought he was doing. And you know what he had the nerve to say to me?” Henry screwed up his face.

“Nope.”

“He said that he was taking my water hose so he could wash his motorcycle.”

“Don’t that beat all? Aaron clicked his tongue. “Didn’t even bother to ask you.”

“I saw red. I lit into him like nobody’s business,” he growled. “The nerve. Take a man’s things like they meant nothing.”

Aaron shifted to take the weight off his bad hip. “There was a day when I would’ve jumped a guy for pulling a stunt like that. But those times are over for me. At this point, I’m doin’ good just to make it from the bed to the bathroom without embarrassing myself.”

“Yeah, me too. But, I tell you, I didn’t take it lying down. I told him what a rotten, no good, worthless human being he was and that he’d better put the water hose down or I’d call the cops and turn him in for stealing.”

“What did he do then?”

“He laughed in my face…told me I was too old to use the damn water hose anyway and he needed it.”

“Why, the nerve!”

“I marched myself inside and called the cops. When they came, I gave them a list of everything they had so-called borrowed and said I wanted it all back.”

“Did you get it?”

“Yeah. In pieces. The weed eater was battered and wouldn’t start. My shovel was broken in half. The water hose was split in two pieces. All of it was in shambles. Just no respect. That’s what the world has come to.”

Silence spun a web between the two old-timers who’d seen more than a lifetime of battles.

“I remember when I was in the Army. Nobody ever pilfered in someone else’s belongings. I did two tours overseas, fighting for this country and now I have to wonder what for.” Henry’s voice trembled. “The way folks carry on is a shame. Just no regard for one another.”

Aaron halted the rocker and leaned forward. “You’re right, Henry. The mess things are in is downright disgraceful. Take for instance the presidential election. Now, I can’t say I agree with the candidate who won, but for people to go out and tear stuff up, turn on friends and family who voted for him, and get consumed with hatred is ridiculous. No one is willing to bend.”

“Never saw anything like it,” Henry agreed. “I remember when John F. Kennedy won the election in 1960. People spoke out against him because he was catholic. But, they weren’t filled with the kind of hatred they are today. It pains me to think about what kind of society our grandkids are growing up in. For old geezers like ourselves, it don’t really matter all that much. We’re on our way out.”

“Dinosaurs. Men like us with backbone and decency are disappearing just like those prehistoric creatures did. I’d sure like to see something that would give me hope for the future. Hope for our country.” Aaron’s rheumy eyes glistened.

Henry pushed up from the rocker and stretched. It troubled him more than he could say that his grandchildren were growing up in these unstable times. A tired old man needs salve for his weary soul.

Just as he was about to shuffle inside, he saw his grandson, Micah, bounding across the lawn.

Micah waved. “Hi, Grandpa.”

Henry waved back.

Breathless, Micah reached the two men. “Hey, Gramps, look at this beautiful spring day. How about I bust you out of here and we go fishing?”

Henry chuckled. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long time.” He turned to Aaron and winked. “There’s our hope. This young man knows how to respect his elders.”

With that, he joined his grandson. It didn’t escape his notice that Micah slowed his steps to match his grandfather’s or that he held the door while they went inside.

Respect. That’s what Micah demonstrated.

And, it’s precisely the healing the world now needs.

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