{"id":3706,"date":"2022-06-25T21:01:00","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T04:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=3706"},"modified":"2022-06-25T08:22:48","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:22:48","slug":"charity-sunday-rwj-barnabas-field-of-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/25\/charity-sunday-rwj-barnabas-field-of-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Charity Sunday: RWJ Barnabas Field of Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n\n\n

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A few weeks ago, I saw a news feature of a playground in Toms River, New Jersey. The B.W.J. Barnabas Health playground<\/a> is very special because it\u2019s designed to fit every level of ability a child can manage. (The playground can also be used by adults who have special needs and even some recovering from surgery.) The design of the playground is phenomenal, all due to the vision of Christian Kane, the town of Toms River, and corporations who pitched in to help. Kane\u2019s brilliant idea is to benefit his son who was severely injured in a car accident as an infant, but who now, and age 8 or so, wants to play baseball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mission of the complex is: The Toms River Field of Dreams (TRFOD) is a project with a mission to encourage and engage our communities (Monmouth and Ocean Counties), with a focus on those with special needs, in physical and social activity by building a community complex to provide opportunities for special needs individuals of all ages and abilities to engage, explore and socialize together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If you check out the website, scroll down the Home page and watch one of the videos that describe this amazing place. You\u2019ll see why I\u2019m so impressed. This donation will be going to the Toms River complex, where they still have work to finish. But these types of playgrounds can, and should<\/em>, be available all over the country. Think of the joy! Thanks for your help!!<\/p>\n\n\n

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My book this month is a fantasy and study in adults who need special things, things that will\u2014mysteriously\u2014make their dreams come true. Your Desire<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Blurb:<\/strong>
Your Desire<\/em><\/strong>. A mysterious shop appears in town for one reason: to bring the spice of passion and the thrill of love to one special person. Magic is in more than the item purchased\u2014it\u2019s in the heart of the buyer, often hidden, usually surprising. And after enchantment takes hold and the fantasy is fulfilled? The store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town\u2026?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Buy link:<\/strong>
Kindle Unlimited<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excerpt:
<\/strong>The whir of a sewing machine traveled across the ether. As intended, the sound blended with the those of a lawn mower in Cleveland, a blender in Dallas, an electric razor in Seattle. Some people, those specially attuned to properties outside the normal realm of humans, heard buzzing that could<\/em> have been a sewing machine, but it was faint and truly indistinguishable for what it was. More like a mosquito at the ear. They heard it but couldn\u2019t decipher exactly where to swat, so they did their best ignore it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, the sound was not supposed<\/em> to be heard, and therefore not investigated. The very few who did hear it clearly, who also heard Nigel and his granddaughter clearly, well, they generally resided in a hospital setting where three squares a day were provided and tranquility came in the form of little green pills. At the least, they saw a shrink three times a week. Their knowledge wasn\u2019t taken seriously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This worried Nigel, but what could he do? It wasn\u2019t his fault humans had devolved to the point where they no longer believed in enchantment. He shook his head and tsked<\/em> as he sewed. When he was a boy learning the business from his grandfather as his granddaughter now learned from him, no one would have believed the universe could get to this point, where people believed in the \u201cmagic\u201d of technology but not the magic that could be found in their own hearts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, challenges were exciting, and skeptical humans certainly kept him on his toes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Absently, he hummed as he completed the final seam on the full, purple satin skirt. He pulled it from the machine, snipped the threads and shook the material out before pinning it on the dress form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEdwina! I have the skirt finished. Come here, dear.\u201d Standing back to cast a critical eye over how the skirt hung, he held up an artist\u2019s rendition of what the final product should be. He looked from drawing to garment, made a few small adjustments to the pleating around the waist and nodded in satisfaction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, Gramps,\u201d his granddaughter said, bounding into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the millionth time, he mentally cringed at the lack of style in today\u2019s youth. Their kind had the ability to appear any way they wished. Glancing in the mirror, he saw a debonair David Niven reflected back. The sleeves of his snowy white shirt were rolled to his elbows, but the Windsor knot in his tie was perfect, as was the knife-sharp crease in his trousers and the shine on his shoes. When he rolled down his sleeves and put on his jacket, he would look every inch the gentleman. Quirking his brows in approval, he unconsciously ran a fingertip lightly over his moustache. Instead of selecting what he would consider an appropriate shell, Edwina\u2014a name which screamed propriety\u2014chose to look like a bag lady gone wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like today, for instance. Long blond hair, streaked with pink and purple, pulled up into a ponytail to hang down the side of her head. Black lipstick and eye shadow. Two earrings in one ear and four in the other. A bright orange tank top and faded jeans\u2014separated scandalously by a good three inches of bare stomach\u2014looked as though they\u2019d been worn (and torn) for centuries. And her feet\u2014her lovely, dainty feet!\u2014were shod in horrid, ugly brown things that not even the most desperate soldier in Caesar\u2019s army would have donned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he had questioned her once about her appearance, she\u2019d said with delight that she was starting her own trend. A Lauper-Madonna-Pink look. It was not<\/em> something he\u2019d understood. Today, after a quick perusal, he leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat is that<\/em>?\u201d He swiped his thumb across her cheek, then examined what was on the pad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBody glitter. Isn\u2019t it cool?\u201d She grinned at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her enthusiasm, as well as her utter lack of self-consciousness, brought the slightest of smiles to his eyes, even as his mouth formed a moue of reproach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, well.\u201d He wiped his thumb on a handkerchief pulled from the pocket of his jacket, hanging on the wall behind Edwina. \u201c\u2018Cool\u2019 is what ice cubes provide. I don\u2019t know what body glitter is good for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Giggles flowed from her, reminding him of when she was a small girl instead of the nearly grown youngster she was now. Where had<\/em> the centuries gone? Despite the shudders her wardrobe caused, he loved Edwina enormously and strove to give her the very best education in what they did, which was make dreams come true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Author Dee S. Knight:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/a>A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for m\u00e9nage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website (www.nomadauthors.com). Fortunately, Dee\u2019s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! On the last Sunday of the month, look for Dee\u2019s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity. Sign up for her newsletter for exclusive access to free novellas, poetry, and stuff.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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<\/a><\/strong>Website: https:\/\/nomadauthors.com<\/a>
Blog: http:\/\/nomadauthors.com\/blog<\/a>
Twitter: http:\/\/twitter.com\/DeeSKnight<\/a>
Facebook: https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/DeeSKnight2018<\/a>
Goodreads: https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/265222.Dee_S_Knight<\/a>
Amazon Author Page: <\/a>http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/-\/e\/B079BGZNDN<\/a>
Newsletter: <\/a>https:\/\/landing.mailerlite.com\/webforms\/landing\/h8t2y6<\/a>
LinkedIn: http:\/\/linkedin.com\/in\/dee-s-knight-0500749<\/a>
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