Little Big Brother Blurb

This is a big week for my writing self. Wednesday, I’ll be releasing the cover art for Little Big Brother, and Friday I’ll let everyone know the release date. As for today, here is the blurb that will be featured on the back cover of Little Big Brother:

Charlie is like most high school freshmen: prone to embarrassing moments and little experience with the opposite sex (okay, none). Thank God his older brother can guide him through it all. Well, sometimes. The dead can’t visit on a whim.

DeAndre’s visits are the only things keeping Charlie afloat as he navigates his teenage years. But this blessing is also a curse, straining Charlie’s friendships and threatening to derail his wishful romance with Samantha. Before Charlie can move on he needs to know if he’s really communicating with his dead brother or if it’s all in his mind as his mother and therapists believe. The clock is ticking. DeAndre tells him he won’t be around forever and the grief is tearing at the seams of Charlie’s relationships.

An encounter between DeAndre and Samantha may provide the answer, and how Charlie deals with it will be the difference between keeping those he loves and losing them forever.

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Is My Reflection Who They See

Have you ever thought how people see you

Not in the present

Lord knows I think about that too much

Think long-term

Think about people you remember from your past

The stranger you oddly recall walking past in the store as a child

An old friend of your parents’

An elementary school teacher

The friend you found in college

You knew the friendship wouldn’t continue, but that was okay

I had a friend like that

We bonded over basketball, school and the absurdity of politics

He’s a lawyer now, in a city near my best friend’s home

I wonder if he thinks of me

I obviously think of him

It’s overwhelming to think people will remember me

Forming ideas of me off one encounter that changes over time

So many possibilities for friendships and love if only more time had been allowed

Yet too many possibilities to dwell

When I look in the mirror do I see who they remember

What have their minds made me

Years from now, when I look in the mirror, will I see the man a child once admired

Were we to meet again, would he be disappointed

By no fault of my own but by his own imagination

Of who I was and what I would become

Everything I do will be remembered, even if out of view

Sins dealt with alone will shape how I carry myself

They can see it without knowing what it is

Who am I when they remember me