January Jones – From Poor Kid to Professor-Clyde McCulley



Clyde McCulley

Clyde McCulley

The boys never thought they were poor… until Clyde he was eight and took an indoor bath at a doctor’s house that his Mamma cleaned.
Later, he declared to his Daddy, “We are poor.”
“No son,” Daddy said, “we are not poor, we are just a little short on money.” Daddy always saw the silver lining.

Clyde graduated HS as the first married class president …ever! He became Dean of Boys at a private high school, completed his BFA and MFA; and after years of college teaching and achieving the title of Professor, he earned a Doctorate in Education and Higher Education Administration. Clyde is now retired as the Director of a private Art School in Upstate NY.

Clyde and second wife, Susan, now own an island vacation retreat, SeaCliff Cottage Suites in Canada on Grand Manan Island. They spend winters in Portland, ME.

January Jones – 2016 Success Stories – Connie Cockrell



Holiday Greetings with 2016 Success Stories

Meet: Connie Cockrell ccockrellauthor@gmail.com

She began writing in response to a challenge from her daughter in October 2011 and has been hooked ever since. Her books run the gamut from SciFi and Fantasy to Contemporary to Halloween and Christmas stories.

She’s published two novels, The Gulliver Station series, three collections of short stories and has been included in three different anthologies. Her newest book Lost Rainbows follows Shamus O’Malley on a quest to recover the Leprechaun Kingdom’s magic rainbows and gold before the rainbows are lost forever.

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January Jones-Black History Month with Sporty King


Sporty King

HIStory Is OURstory

For some, Black History is a daily occurrence
For still others, a daily experience.
It’s in hearts and smiles that remind us
That life today is omnipotent.

Black History is a celebration of America
Through its African descent
It aligns us with God’s vision
Of the melting pot he’s sent. . . .

See, it’s a part of a bigger picture
Far beyond one month a year
For even that month is a short one
While our heritage speaks boldly of care.

We cared about one another, grouped and in chains,
Expanded our language to survive.
Plotted and coaxed, demanded and fought back
Like each hyphenated American, we’ve made big strides. . .

We’ve been nurses and nannies,
Farmers and cattle, athletes, inventors, musicians.
Students and teachers, Privates and Generals,
And, finally, key politicians.

We’ve lost and we’ve won
Been known for having fun
Our actions have always outspoken our words.

We’ve improvised and “made do”
Tap danced and done a soft shoe
Our pride has been our strength, haven’t you heard?

So count me in your tomorrow
Acknowledge my yesterday
Help me eclipse negative stereotypes
Because I’m here and I’m here to stay.

Each of us is a descendant of a survivor
We’re a part of the soil, the air and the sea.
Black History is a celebration of America
I’m a part of you. . . you’re a part of me.