10 heartwarming stories of people just like you. Stories of kindness, compassion and their commitment to others. Tales from My Back Porch will uplift you, inspire you, and brighten your day.
"The tales Darrell Case pens are genuine, sentimental, and thoroughly surprising... Have a rocking chair ready; his characters are people you'll want to spend time with.
Mike Lunsford, author of The Bridge That Carries You Over and A Place Near Home
"If you can only read one book this year, the ten stories in Tales from My Back Porch by Darrell Case must be the one! Best new book I've read in years."Larry Lilly author Outrageous Forgiveness in 30 Days
I was contacted by the author to check this book out and give my honest humble opinion ... if you know anything about Beth ...you will know, she is one who loved sitting and just being one with outdoors. I find myself outdoors. Being quiet and getting away from the internet and just all the noise. I don't understand the folks who do enjoy all the noise. I know life can not carry on without it all ...but being away is much entertaining and fun. I wish we could all give back to the sit on your porch, talking with friends and family. This was such a heartfelt read. I love it when you find an author who can pull you into a book and you just fell head over heels in love with their great well written characters, a quick read for me, and it was just such a fun read for me. I love rocking in a rocking chair ... have they stopped that for babies? ... I was one who was rocked in a rocking chair as a kid. Thanks, Mom & Dad! Let's get back to that. Find the past, pull on the olden days and enjoy this read. Loved it! ( ;
It was raining. A slow, chilly, miserable drizzle soaked the trees, the beach, everything. Droplets ran down the window like tears.
Her face downcast, her eyes moist, Dora stood staring at the gray-green ocean’s waves lapping at the shore. She longed to dig her toes into the sand to feel its gritty roughness and the coolness below the hot surface. Her sigh was like a soft sob. The sound tore through Paul like a knife in his heart.
How he loved this woman. He had since the first time he saw her in the student union at Earlham College in eastern Indiana, where the two of them both studied and worked. Dora wore no make-up; her hands were enclosed in latex gloves, her dark blonde hair was tied in a low ponytail under her hairnet. Petite and willowy, she looked even younger than her 18 years. Sensing Paul’s eyes on her as she served up meat loaf and mac and cheese to the chattering students, she looked up and smiled. Paul’s breath caught in his throat. He managed a foolish grin, hoping she couldn’t tell how awkward he felt. It had taken him three weeks to muster the courage to ask her out. He stammered his invitation, the words tumbling out as she gazed quizzically at him. He couldn’t believe she said yes. That night after taking her home, he knew she would be his wife.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Guilherme Santos
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