This Book Will Take You In Its Arms And Rock You Gently

Written to touch hearts and souls – a collection of unique love stories between seniors, between generations and even between species. 

“Envelops me with peaceful waves of calm.” Christine E/Chicago

“Incredibly awesome stories that truly touch your heart, spirit and soul! Janet M/Las Vegas
“A balm to soothe the lonely soul.” Diane K/Boulder


There are more than 65 million caregivers in the United States who care enough to read to a senior.
This book is for every one of you.

There are too many millions of elderly women and men looking for an escape from the loss and loneliness of growing old alone.
This book is for every one of you.

that touch your heart, spirit and soul! I am going to use a word I just learned today to describe my reaction ... unputdownable."
Janet M/Las Vegas

to soothe the lonely soul." 

Diane K/Boulder


with peaceful waves of calm."

​Christine E/Chicago



A lot of old guys see a lot of young guys “take a knee” during the singing/playing of the national anthem. I can almost hear them whispering under their breath, “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

These young guys say they’re not dishonoring the men and women that bled to death in the middle of nowhere; they say, “no offense” to the men and women who left their legs and arms and best friends on a battlefield in a place where the only language spoken is the language of hate; they say, “nothing personal” to those that made it back alive but still wake up in the dead of night soaked in the sweat of a jungle or a desert they thought they’d left behind.  

In the middle of World War II a man named Nelson Metcalf, Jr. wrote the following about an 18-year-old kid on his way to war:

It is 3:42 a.m. on a troop train.
Men wrapped in blankets are breathing heavily.
Two in every lower berth. One in every upper.
This is no ordinary trip. It may be their last in the U.S.A. till the end of the war. Tomorrow they will be on the high seas.
One is wide awake ... listening ... staring into the blackness.

It is the kid in Upper 4.

Tonight, he knows, he is leaving behind a lot of little things - and big ones.
The taste of hamburgers and pop ... the feel of driving a roadster over a six-lane highway ... a dog named Shucks, or Spot, or Barnacle Bill.
The pretty girl who writes so often ... that gray-haired man, so proud and awkward at the station ... the mother who knit the socks he'll wear soon.
Tonight he's thinking them over.
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