Here are three reviews For my books that can be purchased at www.higherfaithpublications.com

Lucky in Shamrock, Texas is a short tale written by Teresa Ives Lilly.  The brief story is about a small town girl, lost in the confines of the town she despises, with seemingly no way to leave.  Her father leaves the family when she is in high school and never returns.

Left without means of support, her mother takes a job at the local diner, and after her death, her daughter, Carol, goes to work in the same cafe’. With no future, nowhere to go, and no means to go anywhere anyway, she is faced with the daily hum-drum monotony of slinging chow at the rundown diner.

Her life is rejuvenated at the appearance of a customer who comes through on Route 66 and stops at the diner.  The immediate attraction between them is mutual, and Carol watches her life take on a whole new meaning.  At this point, the reader watches her character turn from one of despondency to one of exuberance.

A warm and innocent love story ensues, and ends with the proverbial, “happily ever after,” making this an easy read for any age.

 Molly Lemmons, Author and

Educator, Rtr

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The Christmas Village Miracle, a short tale written by Teresa Ives Lilly is a sweet, magical story comparable to the beloved story, Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street.  

A similar, magical event occurs when a sad and lonely young girl becomes mesmerized by the beautiful Christmas display in the window of a town antique shop.  The exhibit is a tiny replica of a New England Village, complete with candy shop, church, ice pond for skating, little figurines of lovely ladies, hands in fur muffs and wearing long dresses, bank, library, and little cottages surrounded by white picket fences.   

The girl, Jane Smith passes the store where she watches the owner of the antique store working to assemble the Village display, and while watching, she submerges herself in her daydreams of how wonderful it would be to live in such a place.  She cannot wait to get off work and walk back past the shop to look in the window at the finished display.  

Her path crosses with a handsome young man with dreams of being the banker in that magical village, and that is how the “the unexplained” occurs.   The ending is “magical” and leaves the reader with the peace that the author intended.   This is an excellent read for all ages.   Molly Lemmons, author and Educator, Rtr

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My book Christmas Village Miracle is now available in paper back at amazon.com  

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It is a light christian story about a miracle that brings two lonely people together after praying over a Christmas Village.

This was in a magazine and I read it as a little girl….Today I ran across it again and just had to put it here….. We all need a blue rose in our life…to remind us how to love.

The Blue Rose
condensed from the book by Gerda Klein

———— Jenny is a little girl–
a lovely little girl.
She has brown eyes
and dark brown hair.

If her hair
falls into her eyes
she brushes it away.
But her hand
does not go straight
to her forehead.

Instead, it curves
around like a flower
first opening its petals.
*Then* she brushes
her hair out of her eyes.

You see, Jenny is different.
Different?
Yes, different from most other little girls.

But surely all people don’t have to be alike,
think alike,
act alike,
or look alike.

To me, Jenny is like a blue rose.

A *blue* rose?

Have you ever seen
a blue rose?
There are white roses
and pink roses
and yellow roses,
and of course
lots of red roses.
But *blue*?

Every gardener would
love to raise a blue rose.
People would come
from far away to see it.
It would be rare
and different and beautiful.

Jenny is different, too.
And so, in a way,
she is like a blue rose.

when Jenny first came home
from the hospital–a pink baby,
all cuddly and round–
she cried very often.
She cried more than most babies.

Why?
Well, perhaps
she saw different shadows
that frightened her.
Perhaps she heard sounds
that were strange to her.
When she was older,
Jenny always stayed close
to her mother and held on
to her tightly.

You know,
when a kitten loses its tail
it is said to gain sharper ears.
It’s true that a tail
helps a kitten run faster.
But a kitten without a tail hears better and can detect
approaching footsteps long before other kittens do.

Some people don’t know about such a kitten’s fine ears;
they only see the lack of a tail.

Some children are cruel and stare and taunt:
“The kitten has no tail!
The kitten has no tail!”

Sometimes, Jenny would
run up to her mother
and clutch her tightly,
for no apparent
reason at all.
At least, for none
that we could see.

And so we came
to understand that
Jenny’s world was
a little different,
unknown to us,
in some ways.
We began to think that
she was in a world in
which we might not feel
completely at home.
To go there might,
in a way,
be like going
to another planet.

In a way,
it’s as if Jenny is
standing behind a screen,
a screen we cannot see.
Maybe it has
beautiful colors.
Maybe the colors distract
Jenny at times
from paying attention
when we talk to her.
Or perhaps she listens
to music we cannot hear.
It is said
that fish have a language
and a music of their own,
carried by the waves.
Music we cannot hear
because our ears are not fine enough.

So Jenny might hear sounds we never hear.
Maybe that is why she jumps up at times
and goes into her awkward dance.

I sometimes think Jenny is like a bird,
a bird with very short wings.
For such a bird, flying is hard:
it takes more strength, more effort, more time.

A bird with normal wings takes flying for granted,
but a bird with short wings
has to work much harder at learning.
In a way, it has to be smarter.

And so, therefore,, we have to understand
how much Jenny has accomplished
when she does learn something.

But there is another Jenny.
A Jenny who,
on a stormy winter afternoon,
sits in her little rocking chair alone
and rocks,
holding her doll in her arms.
She is very troubled
and puzzled, and she says, slowly,

“Mommy,
Sally says I’m retarded.
What does that mean, Mommy?
Retarded?
The children say retarded,
and laugh.

Why do they laugh, Mommy?”<
br> There are many things Jenny
does not understand.
And there are many things other
people don’t understand about Jenny:
that Jenny is like
a kitten without a tail;
that Jenny hears a different music,
that Jenny is like a bird with
shorter wings, and has to be protected.

Jenny is like a blue rose,
delicate and lovely.
And because there are
so few blue roses,
we don’t know much about them.

We only know
that they have to be tended more carefully
And loved more.

Empty rooms
Echo anguished cries
Striped of dignity

Silent Tombs
Lost souls
numbered but nameless

Lonely Graves
silenced voices
Pointless destruction

Anguished cries echo
In these empty rooms.

The tragic senselessness of the deaths represented by this movie tear apart my soul.

Before the summer of 1944, Auschwitz was not the most lethal of the six Nazi extermination camps. The Nazis had killed more Jews at Treblinka, where between 750,000 and 900,000 Jews were killed in the 17 months of its operation, and at Belzec, where 600,000 were killed in less than 10 months.