Spilled Milk, Broken Vases and Misplaced Treasures

About the Book

Mopped and cleaned; of spilled milk Gathered and glued; of a broken vase Lost and found; of a misplaced treasure .

My name is Francis. I am an Ancient of old, a Storyteller, a Keeper of a heart's cherished, heirloom memories.

I am neither a muse nor an angel, guardian of souls or otherwise. I reside nowhere, but linger where needed, for as long as the need be.

I have existed for a long time.

The whole of my existence is to find hearts that share a breathing soul. Hearts that shelter and guard their lives' stories, like precious jewels, yet yearn to be shared; stories that give account; of love; given and received; of the sacrifices made, with boldness or fear––be it wrong or right.

Through the daily struggles of walking through fires, leaping unbelievable mountains, overcoming temptations, keeping from drowning in a world already confounded and in much conflict.

Adler and Dulcenia Havnejgerde's lives were entwined from the very beginning; they together tidied and cleaned spilled messes, gathered and glued broken pieces, and in the dark found, that which was once misplaced, given up for lost.

About the Author

V. Kahler-Anderson was born in Managua, Nicaragua and for a while lived in San Salvador, El Salvador. She now lives in San Jose, California, with her husband, Bob, and her two younger children, both attending college. And her oldest child, married with two children, she keeps within walking distance.