De'el Geiger

I recently did a book presentation at the Hurst Senior Activities Center. Public speaking...who would have ever guessed.

Blurb for my new book "A Slate Wiped Clean" Once the reigning champion of the universe, Frankie, has grown complacent over the centuries. Now she has the worst record among guardian angels. She loses more wards than any other guardian at a rate of 2 to 1. Lazy and selfish; she doesn’t care about the welfare of her wards. With an inflated ego, she is unaware that her performance has diminished so much that the director is ready to send her to Siberia.
In a “one last chance” opportunity, the director assigns Frankie to Dee Vanderhoff, a troubled, overweight teenage girl with a penchant for ignoring the rules. Frankie is tasked with keeping Dee alive until her scheduled exit interview while Dee tries to avoid a mysterious person or persons with a vendetta against her.

Hey readers, my new book is available on Amazon. Click here tor order. https://a.co/d/ijppJBC Once the reigning champion of the universe, Frankie, has grown complacent over the centuries. Now she has the worst record among guardian angels. She loses more wards than any other guardian at a rate of 2 to 1. Lazy and selfish; she doesn’t care about the welfare of her wards. With an inflated ego, she is unaware that her performance has diminished so much that the director is ready to send her to Siberia.
In a “one last chance” opportunity, the director assigns Frankie to Dee Vanderhoff, a troubled, overweight teenage girl with a penchant for ignoring the rules. Frankie is tasked with keeping Dee alive until her scheduled exit interview while Dee tries to avoid a mysterious person or persons with a vendetta against her.

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They say that once you leave, you can never go home. They, being those fellows that always have sayings that you wish weren’t true but always seem to be. I thought I had them fooled. I go home in my dreams quite often. When my life gets chaotic and seems out of control, I return to the farm where I grew up. All is well with the world as long as I am on the farm. In my dreams, the farm looks the same as the day I left in 1974. Tall cedar trees dot the front yard. The house, yard, and cedar trees are surrounded by a fence with four gates that lead to adventures outside the immediate yard. Vibrant pink rose bushes stand guard outside the fence on the North and South sides of the house while a trumpet vine drapes over the dog house inside the yard. The barn and chicken house were both badly in need of a fresh coat of red paint. The bottom of the windmill was enclosed and housed an electric pump that supplied the house with water. A horse named Smokey and a dog named Patches lived on the farm with us.
We did not own the farm, the horse, the dog, or the old red international pick-up. We were too poor. In exchange for a place to live, we were just the caretakers. However, we all loved the farm and took care of it like it was our own. For poor kids, my brother and I had the time of our lives. We spent hours on the front porch dreaming, scheming, and making plans for the future. Although most of those schemes were unrealized, the thrill was in the planning.
I recently had an opportunity to visit the farm. With permission from the owner, I roamed the property looking for things that meant a lot to me. I was heartbroken. Gone was everything that made a farm a farm. No barn or chickenhouse. No windmill, no orchard, no fence. Half the trees in the front yard were gone. Even the rose bushes and trumped vine were gone. The outside of the house was intact, but I didn’t enter. I wanted to remember it like I left it. Memories of my parents and brother (all departed) flooded back. I hugged a tree and cried. I will never go back there again…except in my dreams.