I love people, nature, art, music and literature.
I advocate for kids and families, childhood literacy and for the protection of monarch butterflies and their threatened habitat in my books, my poetry and on my blog. My blog supports authors, features great books and poetry and provides tips for writers and readers as well. I am working on my first novel, planned for release FALL 2014. Thanks so much for stopping by for a visit. I look forward to hearing from you. — Bette A. Stevens
Travel the world—make a difference. Books and the internet help us do that too! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on Fia Essen:
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness.” – Mark Twain
I think Mr. Twain was onto something. I would like to believe that when exposed to cultures different from their own, most people return to where they came from with their minds just a little more open and receptive to new ideas.
Personally, I like to travel for the sake of travel. For me, the destination is not as important as the journey. The adventure lies in the experiences I pick up along the way. And experiences are my most treasured possessions.
GUILTY as charged! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on ideas.ted.com:
Shakespeare coined new words when he needed — or merely wanted — them. Can you guess which words were invented by the Bard?
English heading into the sixteenth century was a makeshift, cobbled-together thing. No fewer than eight conquering peoples had added to our vocabulary and shaped our syntax. But the Brits were doing more than just borrowing, swiping and outright stealing words from other languages. Versifiers like Chaucer let newfangled words from the street amble onto the literary stage – newfangled and amble being two of them.
By the time Elizabethan dramatists sought expression for ever-more sophisticated sentiments, crowds cheered their linguistic daring.
A short list of verbs invented by the Bard:
Shakespeare also minted new metaphors, many now cliches, but fresh in his time:
it’s Greek to me
played fast and loose
slept not one wink
seen better days
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A great day in life of two authors! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on SERENDIPITY:
Bette’s new novel, DOG BONE SOUP has just been released. I’m about half way through it and I can hardly wait to finish it so I can review it. It is wonderful. She has a writing style so pure, it’s as if the story tells itself. It’s a story of coming of age in a hardscrabble world. Trials and triumph in northern New England.
This seemed a perfect time to remember the wonderful afternoon we all spend last October in Skowhegan. We were staying at an inn in Jackman, Maine. It’s just up the mountain — about 85 miles via route 201, from Skowhegan. In rural New England, that’s “just around the corner.”
Down the mountain we drove. Around 85 miles down, same mileage back.
We met Bette Stevens, of 4 Writers and Readers. She was in the middle of a round of editing her next book, but she took a bit…
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Meet my friend Nicholas C. Rossi and run away with a smile! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on Archer's Aim:
Things happen for a reason
I’ve come to realize lately that things happen in their own time. No matter how much I want something, if it’s meant to happen, it will, no effort needed on my part. Other times, I might want something very much, but no matter how much effort I put into it, it just doesn’t happen – and trust me; this has happened a lot. Then again, something that I completely ignore might just flourish in front of my eyes, unexpectedly and effortlessly.
Following that, I think about how things have “happened” in my life, leading me to where I am right now. I studied civil engineering (my dad’s idea of a secure job) and in 1995 I went on to do a PhD in Digital Architecture (the only way for me to link my degree with two of my passions, design and computers). Hardly a month into the course, a professor asked…
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Thank you, Fia Essen, for THE NOVELIST CHALLENGE and for featuring my 100 words on your lovely blog! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on Fia Essen:
Bette A. Stevens
Shawn Daniels’s father is the town drunk. Shawn and his brother Willie are in charge of handling everything that needs to be done around the ramshackle place they call home—lugging in water for cooking and cleaning, splitting and stacking firewood… But when chores are done, these resourceful kids strike out on boundless adventures that don’t cost a dime. DOG BONE SOUP is the poignant tale of a dysfunctional family struggling to survive in America in the 50s and 60s, when others were living The American Dream.
Kindness counts! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Originally posted on johncoyote:
Remembering Martin Luther King.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be strengthen by kind deeds and love.
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.
I was just a baby when Martin Luther King Jr. led the world to equality with his sermons of love and anti-violence.
Even as a young boy he motivated my dreams of all men and woman being treated with equality and fairness.
I wonder how different the world would be? If Martin Luther King Jr. lived. I believe the world would of been a better place.
A old man walked into the mall.
He was wearing old clothing and not talking to anyone.
Me and my daughter were sitting at a coffee shop.
The old man sat across from us.
The manager of the coffee…
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DOG BONE SOUP is not only the title of Bette A. Stevens’s debut novel; it ranks high among the paltry meals that the book’s protagonist, Shawn Daniels, wants to forget. Plodding through mounting snow and battling howling winds, Shawn is ready to leave it all behind—living in poverty, Dad’s drinking, life in foster care, the divorce, the bullies….
Travel with Shawn Daniels through the guts and the glories of life. You’ll find them all in DOG BONE SOUP, a Boomer’s coming-of-age saga. Available now at “YOUR AMAZON”
From the Reviewers
“Dog Bone Soup is the poignant tale of a dysfunctional family struggling to survive in America in the 50s and 60s, when most others were on the crest of a wave. It will make you laugh, it will make you cry. But most of all it will make you glad you read it.” ~ Charlie Bray, founder of the Indietribe
“In Dog Bone Soup, Bette Stevens captures the feeling and images of growing up in hardscrabble times perfectly.” ~ John Clark, librarian and author
DOG BONE SOUP
READ the opening Excerpt from Chapter One right here…
There were six of us ready to become soldiers. The other five guys were headed to Fort Dix. Soon as we were inducted, the sergeant who swore us in started calling us a bunch of lily-assed bastards and worse. When the jerk marched the other five guys off, I was happy as hell I wasn’t one of them.
Lieutenant Richards called me into his office. “You’ll be heading out tomorrow, Private Daniels. Here are your tickets.”
We sat in his office and talked about my future with the U.S. Army. Then he handed me a schedule for the next day’s journey and we went over every detail.
“Now let’s get you home so you can get a good night’s sleep before you fly off to serve Uncle Sam, soldier.”
“Good luck Private,” the lieutenant said when he dropped me off at the house. We saluted and I stood there watching until his car disappeared over the hill.
I’d always liked army people. They called me Mr. Daniels and even sir sometimes. Now I was officially a private in the U.S. Army and I was ready to start a new life. I pictured myself in an officer’s uniform one day—a lieutenant, a captain, maybe even a general.
Mum and I didn’t get much more than a few winks of sleep that night. I don’t know how many pots of coffee she perked while we sat at the kitchen table and talked the night away. Of course, it was Mum did most of the talking. Once she opened her picture books, I felt like I was drinking in the life I wanted to leave.
Mum took all of those pictures with her Brownie—that camera was her pride and joy. None of us kids was allowed to touch it unless she supervised a picture taking every now and then. If Dad wasn’t around, it was me peeking through the lens. Mum was fussy about taking pictures just so.
Five books were piled on the table and we went through them one page at a time. Mum had a story for every snap shot. Some made me laugh so hard that I doubled over.
It was two minutes shy of three when she closed the last album.
“Thanks for staying up. I’ve got the alarm set for six and I know that won’t give us much sleep.” Mum pulled out her hanky, sniffled and hugged me before we turned in. My leaving would to be hard on her.
Willie was snoring away, likely dreaming about cars. I slipped in next to him and pulled away some puffs and huddled under them.
The minute I closed my eyes I started dreaming about my new life. No more freezing to death up north. I was headed for southern sunshine and I saw myself soaking it all in.
Bzzzzzzz. I jumped out of bed, threw on my clothes, grabbed the suitcase and headed for the kitchen. Mum already had breakfast on the stove, so I ran outside to do my business and came back in to grab a hot biscuit and down it with a cup of steaming coffee.
I was half frozen and snow was whipping around me in circles when I headed out on the three-mile walk into town to catch that bus.
I shook flakes big as quarters from my jacket when I climbed the steps of the Greyhound. Two hours and I’d be boarding a plane headed to Fort Jackson. South Carolina was sure the place to be, especially in February.
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About the author
Inspired by nature and human nature, author Bette A. Stevens is a retired elementary and middle school teacher, a wife, mother of two and grandmother of five. Stevens lives in Central Maine with her husband on their 37-acre farmstead where she enjoys writing, gardening, walking and reveling in the beauty of nature. She advocates for children and families, for childhood literacy and for the conservation of monarch butterflies (milkweed is the only plant that monarch caterpillars will eat).
Bette A. Stevens is the author of award-winning picture book AMAZING MATILDA; home/school resource, The Tangram Zoo and Word Puzzles Too!; and PURE TRASH, the short story prequel to DOG BONE SOUP.
Find out more about the author and her books right here on “YOUR AMAZON”
Hi Blogger Friends,
I’m planning to launch my debut novel during January and February and I’m looking for friends to host A BOOK LAUNCH POST on their blog to help me kick off the tour.
Here’s a sneak peek at the header:
If you’d like to lend a hand…
- Please email me at bettestevens (at) tds (dot) net
Sorry to type my email address out this way; it’s to deter spammers.
- In the subject line type [Launch Post for DOG BONE SOUP].
- I’ll email the post to you and have you select a date that is convenient for you to host the launch on your blog.
- All you’ll have to do is copy and paste the HTML post that I’ll send you by email into your text editor and supply a title for your post.
Thanks so much for your continued support and encouragement.
Read the first chapter of DOG BONE SOUP right now!
I would love to hear from you.
Bette A. Stevens