Review and Book Giveaway: Update

 Didn't get any response on this great opportunity to win a free book! Gimme some love, readers! 

This day has been over 40 years in the making! My good friend is published, and I'm proud to offer this review and free copy of her book to one lucky commenter on this post! Winner will be announced Monday, September 17, 2012.

Terrorists have threatened the life of the president of the United States as he gives the keynote address at a college graduation. The president’s life is protected, but Aides and SSA discover that, despite heavy security, one of the operatives was killed with high-powered weapons at the site. Meanwhile, in Europe, a threat has been made to international French pop star Charm Dumotte, whisking Interpol into action, as the two incidents appear to be related.

Enter the world of imaginative author Debbie G. Brownfield as she weaves a globally inspired story of suspense, danger and, inevitably, love. The characters are larger than life, and numerous enough to warrant a helpful family tree graphic. Scenes of intrigue are interspersed with the flavor of friends and family having a good time, while dodging the perils of life in the 21^st century. Debbie is my childhood friend, and this is exactly how I remember my times with her! Let Secrets of the Enemy take you into its own world!

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Education is A Privilege and a Choice

If you have college age children, you may understand the frustration many of us are going through concerning the high cost of education. Do you remember it being this hard when we were young?

I was discussing the difficulty of getting a good education in America with my friend from Germany and said in exasperation,"In America education is privilege and privilege is education!"

She wisely corrected my statement. "Education is privilege, but privilege is not always education."

"It's no longer possible to even become president unless you were born to a life of privilege!" I whined.

"When was the last time you had a president that didn't come from a privileged background?" She asked.

"Abraham Lincoln!" I said. "The Golden Boy." It may have been a slight exaggeration.

And then I remembered how he educated himself, because he wanted to, and not because it was easy. I have often told my daughters, if they are educated in this day and age, it will be because they wanted it badly enough.  Education is no longer a byproduct of being American. And perhaps it never should have been.

But then, neither should there be education centers that are attainable to the underprivileged, or immigrant, and unattainable to the natural born, working class citizen.

My rant is over. Off to self-educate.

The old fashioned way. By reading.