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FOOTPRINTS - in this new version with color photos, the story for continues about a slice of time, and a place, and cluster of people worth remembering. It begins in a small river town in the Bluegrass of Kentucky and concerns itself with beginnings and becomingls, with home places and who you can count on, and where untaken roads lead.A few early readers comment: "A beautifully written remembrance of a young man lifted and loved through the sheer ordinariness of family and coming of age. Well worth the read." Cynthia Kasabian, CKB Consultants, San Francisco. An unconventional book but strangely engaging. Not a "must read." But definitely a "glad I did read." Annette Bowen, Inside/Outside, Atlanta. "Fascinating! This book is like a conversation on paper." Charlie Baglan, Kentucky Afield radio, Frankfort, Ky. "Deeply personal, often moving." Bob Irelan, author, Rancho Murrieta. Ca. "Thought provoking. It causes readers, especially in today's all-consuming digital world, to reflect on how memories have shaped their lives." Joseph Piedmont, Gallatin Public Affairs (Ret.) Portland, Or.Each life is a story. Each story is unique. If we don't tell each other our stories, how will we know what life is all about? Pretend you're listening.

"The American adult woman is featured in this debut collection of stories about love, adultery, marriage, passion, death, and family. There is a subtle humor here, and an innate wisdom about everyday life as women find solace in cooking, work, and chores. Tabor reveals the thoughts of her working professional women who stream into Washington, D.C., from the outer suburbs, the men they date or marry, and the attractive if harried commuters they meet."Her collection of short stories The Woman Who Never Cooked, published when she was 60, won the Mid-List Press First Series Award. "Mary Tabor writes with astonishing grace, endless passion, and subtle humor," reviewer Melanie Rae Thon noted.

From her watery grave at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, the Titanic, even today guards secrets of the past. A woman, reportedly died that fateful night when the Titanic sunk, and yet she lived until the year 1995. Why did she feign her death all those years ago, and now after she's gone, why is she trying to send a message to the living? This is the untold story about the Titanic that has been kept secret for over eighty years. THE LAST LETTER is novel about two people drawn together by the hand of a woman that neither had ever met. Together, they set out to fulfill the unconsummated relationship of two people who met and fell in love over eighty years before.

"The child that is born on the Sabbath Day is bonnie and blithe and good and gay." (Traditions of Devonshire, Nursery Rhyme, 1883) He brooked no insult, would not be cheated, would not be pushed around. He bent a knee to no man. He was the King of Craw and the powers-that-be wanted him gone. The story is set in the Roaring Twenties in Kentucky's Capital City. It spins around John Fallis, a legendary figure in Bluegrass folklore, and two boys who fall into his orbit. A successful businessman, a political power, a gambler, a bootlegger, movie-star handsome, and charismatically compelling, John Fallis was the champion of the poor and powerless and the scourge of the Establishment. The story begins just before the night of the The Big Shoot-Out when JF takes on the entire city police force and ends with his bullet-riddled body on a craps table in Craw in what was said to be a gambling fight - but what many believe was a hit ordered by powerful forces in the city. Though this is a story, not a history, most of it happened. John Fallis, Craw, Crawfish Bottom are names that still resonate and questions about his death are still unanswered. This is the first piece of fiction built around the man and the place. It is rich in action and drama, most particularly for readers drawn to the mystery of why men do the things they do, and to the never ending struggle between good and evil. Whatever you ultimately decide about JF's place on that scale - and the particulars of his death - you won't be bored.