Five lessons about the way we treat others

 1 – First Important Lesson – Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:

“What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50’s, but how would I know her name?

I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

“Absolutely, ” said the professor.. “In your careers, you will meet many people.  All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello..”

I’ve never forgotten that lesson.. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

2- Second Important Lesson – Pickup in the Rain 

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American Woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride.  Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.  A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960’s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.  It read:

“Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits.  Then you came along.  Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying Husband’s bedside just before he passed away…

God Bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving Others.”


Mrs. Nat King Cole

 3 – Third Important Lesson – Always remember those Who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and Sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in Front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. “Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the Waitress was growing impatient..

“Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins.

“I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on The table and walked away The boy finished the ice Cream, paid the cashier and left.  When the waitress Came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..

You see,  he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 – Fourth Important Lesson. – The obstacle in Our Path.

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a Roadway.  Then he hid himself and watched to see if Anyone would remove the huge rock.  Some of the King’s’ wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by And simply walked around it..  Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did Anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of Vegetables.  Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road.  After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.  The peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 – Fifth Important Lesson – Giving When it Counts… 

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease.  Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.  The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes I’ll do it if it will Save her.”  As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.

He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

Now you have choices.

1 Delete this email, or  2. Forward it to other people.

I hope that you will choose No. 2 and remember.

Most importantly…. ”Live with no regrets, Treat people the way you want to be treated, Work like you don’t need the money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, and Dance like you do when nobody’s watching”

NOW more than ever – Please…     Pass It On… You never know how or when you’ll be paid!


IWSG: New Marketing Source

Tom Blubaugh on LinkedIn has a following of experienced writers who freely give information to Tom’s followers. For instance:

“LinkedIn is my favorite when it comes to getting people interested in the services we offer. Probably the most difficult for selling books.

The thing we need to investigate before getting on any social media platform is to determine the purpose for which it was created. I’m convinced if a person would take 3 days and research a platform, including watching videos on Youtube, they would become an expert or at the very least very knowledgeable on the plaform. They would know if it was good platform for the.

This is the fast way to find out. The slow way, is to join a social media platform and struggle through tiral and error or copying what others are doing without finding out if it works or not. I call those who do this Sheeple. They follow people without thinking for themselves.

Not being negative, just honest.

Remember the story of the tortoise and the hare? In what we are doing—fast is slow and slow fast.

Many, many, many authors get on platforms with other authors and try to sell their books. If you want 1,000 authors to buy your book, are you willing to buy 1,000 books from the author authors? It’s a lose lose situation.”

Burial Ground Research

Ann Arbor’s Bus Orphan Research

During the draft stage, I failed to spend time researching Native American sacred burial sites. Rewriting the character-driven plot, I now notice the gaping lack of setting details. Google has come to the rescue. When last I sought details for Michigan tribes in my 1812 book “North Parish” I availed myself of two shelves of my hardcover books containing the customs and movement of twelve Michigan tribes. I cleaned out the shelves after self-publishing “North Parish.” The second and third books in the series “Floating Home” 1841 and “Love’s Triumph” 1879 didn’t require further study of the tribes.

These are the Google sites I’m now following:

  1. Indian Burial Grounds | History Detectives

In the early 1700s, it became clear the Appalachi had chosen the wrong European ally. The British had set their sights on weakening the Spanish missions in Florida.

In 1704, they overran the San Luis territory. The Spanish and Appalachi barely escaped, fleeing the mission and burning the buildings so the British could not occupy them.

In the ensuing years, the Appalachi who weren’t killed or enslaved dispersed or went into hiding. A group of their descendents eventually made their way to Louisiana where just a couple hundred descendents live today, still practicing Catholicism.

For thousands of years, Native American burial sites lay sacred and undisturbed. But in the 18th and 19th centuries, as cities and towns expanded, often they were plowed over or dug up by treasure hunters.

The Grave Creek Mound in West Virginia once housed the remains of the Adena civilization’s most respected members. In 1838, profiteers ransacked the site and tourists were charged an admission to look at the bones.

A 100-years later, in 1935, gold diggers became grave diggers when they stumbled on the Spiro Mounds in Eastern Oklahoma. So many artifacts were found that the site became known as the “King Tut of the West”.

In 1990, under pressure from activists, a federal bill was passed banning the illegal trafficking of Native American remains. Archeologists were given strict time limits on how long they could study bones and artifacts before returning them to their tribes. But the struggle continues, especially when graves are unearthed by construction.

In 1998, crews building a Wal-Mart outside Nashville found an Indian cemetery. Despite protests, the remains of 154 men, women, and children were unceremoniously removed.

  1. Native American History in Michigan:

Native Americans lived in what is now called Washtenaw County long before the first white person entered Michigan. In fact, the name Washtenaw comes from the Chippewa words waushte and nong, which together mean “the land beyond.” It is impossible to map the locations of Native American tribes because they overlapped each other so much. Several tribes lived in Michigan and surrounding areas: the tribes known as the “three fires,” the Pottawatomie, Ottawa, and Chippewa (also known as the Ojibwe); smaller tribes like the Sauk, the Foxes, and the Mascoutens; and the Iroquois nations who had moved west into Michigan when whites occupied New York and Pennsylvania. We can not really know what native life was like before the arrival of Europeans. Native Americans left no written record and few images that told about their lives, and very few whites spoke native languages.

But we can know a few things about Native American life before contact with Europeans. For the most part, Native Americans in this area lived by hunting and gathering. They hunted and fished, and ate moose, caribou, dear, bear, and small game like rabbits, squirrels, and fish. Some tribes grew rice, squash, and corn. They wore clothing made from the skins of the animals they ate, and used tools made of bone, sinew, and other animal parts, and their homes were made of mud and bark. With the exception of the Chippewa, Native Americans in this area also farmed corn, squash, and rice.

Tribal organization was very different from American political organizations, and white settlers often did not understand native politics. White settlers were often confused by native politics, and Native Americans often did not understand white practices. Tribes were organized into smaller units called bands, and each band had a chief. In most tribes the chief was just like any other member except when it came to making military or political decisions.

One of the most important local chiefs in Michigan was Chief Okemos 092716-blog-okemos(right), chief of the Chippewa tribe from about 1789 to 1858 when he died. Like many other Native American chiefs, often under threat from American authorities Okemos signed several treaties with Michigan and the U. S. government that allowed whites to settle what had once been Chippewa land.

The arrival of whites in Michigan changed native life forever. But interaction with Native Americans also affected the history of settlers. Whites tended to settle around Native American villages like the one at Cross Village, because they were located along travel routes and waterways. Not all interactions between Native Americans and settlers were positive; sometimes they were harmful to Native Americans. But both cultures affected and changed each other. Native Americans converted to Christianity under white influence, for example, and early white settlers utilized native skills surviving in the harsh frontier. Even today, as this poem by George Torrey suggested in 1855, many geographic names reflect Michigan’s Native American heritage. While most settlers thought that native ways were savage and barbaric, some were more sympathetic to Native Americans. Missionaries, for example, often intervened in treaty negotiations, trying to make sure that native people were treated fairly.

In many ways, however, the arrival of whites was disastrous for Native Americans. In the 1700s, about two thirds of the native population in Michigan died from diseases whites brought. Tribes lost massive amounts of land to the U. S. Government, for which they were often neither paid nor compensated. By 1820, they had lost claim to over half of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. Most Native Americans and some whites thought that the government’s relations with Native Americans were marked by dishonesty, corruption, and deception. This poem by one local Indian official, Will E. Hampton, indicates such sentiment. By 1838, almost all native villages in Michigan had been abandoned.

Native Americans also grew increasingly distant from native culture under the influence of white schools, missions, and churches. Indian schools like092716-blog-native-americans this one, for example, were intended to teach Native American children the ways of whites, including speaking only English. Thousands of Native Americans converted to Christianity and abandoned native practices. Over time their languages, religions, and traditions faded as native peoples became increasingly impoverished.

Despite these losses, however, Native Americans still profoundly affected the history of Michigan and the men and women who settled there. Even today Native American history remains important to the landscape, culture, and politics of Michigan. For example, Native Americans developed a system of trails throughout Washtenaw County to facilitate trade between what is now Michigan and neighboring states. These trails remained major traffic lines throughout the centuries, and today the Great Sauk Trail is highway US-12 and I-94 runs the length of St. Joseph’s Trail. Two maps compare Michigan highways to Native American trails. Native life also affected the geography of the population of Michigan. Several of today’s towns, Harbor Springs and Traverse City to name a few, grew up around native villages and the many missions, and schools across Michigan.

Kerrytown BookFest

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Ann Arbor writers introduced themselves, I’ve listed their websites and names to thank them for their generosity and to let my Michigan readers learn about the treasure trove of talent in Ann Arbor. In no particular order:

1. WWAAY Women Writers of Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti: 2016 Fall Conference. AM workshops and PM readings, 3222 Angell Hall, UM Central Campus, October 15, 2016, Register on our website: Zilka Joseph “The Beautiful Detail: Poetry of the Body & Narrative; Shutta Crum, The Toughest Audience: Writing for Young Readers; Leslie McGraw, Where the Wil Writers Are: Social media & Book Marketing; Jeanne Ballew, the Writer’s Architect: Path to Publishing Your Book – Plus Share your own work at our afternoon reading!

2. Charles R. Stern, “Juxtaposition Paradox” traded books for reviews.

3. gave St. Joan’s Architect free for Kindle

4., Elizabeth Comiskey (follows me on FB)

5. Doris Lemecke “Legacy of Lies”, Historical and Mainstream Fiction

6. Woodward Press, Use only the services you need.

7.,, 800-317-9929

8., 734-740-1199

9. M.G. Marshall, Novelist, Writer, Editor “Angel Fire,” “Face the Lion Chronicles”

10. “Quit talking start writing.’

11. Ladies of Mischief, Karen Dean Benson “Mulberry Bend” “Mission Song” Devil’s Grace”

12. “Searching for Nannie B.” a memoir by Nancy Own Nelson

13. Linda K. Sienkiewicz author of in the context of Love.

14. Ken Wachsbergber, Azenphony Press,, www.foicesfrom the 734-635-0577

15. Fish out of Water Books, Jon and Laurie Wilson,, 734-975.6896.

16., Laszlo Slomovits, 734-665.0409 poety of Rumi, Hafiz and other mystics, rendered into song.

17. “Reaslizing River City” Melissa Grunow

18. “Creative Cooking” Jay Kinney,

19. “J. Thomas Like, author,

20 “Rooted together, Jolene Witt,,


IWSG: Where’s the conflict?

From H. L. Mencken

“Prejudices, Third Series,” Chapter X, The Novel, p 105.

The above author has nothing good to say about feminine novelists with the exception of mentioning Jane Austin and highly recommending Will Cather’s “My Antonia.”

“An unmistakable flavor of effeminacy hangs about the novel. (The novel) in the form we know to-day, arose in Spain toward the end of the sixteenth century, was aimed at the emerging women of Castilian seraglios-who were gradually emancipating themselves. They could now read and write. But to write was regarded as decidedly unladylike.”

‘A single plot served most of these confectioners. Man and maid meet, love, proceed to kiss-but the rest must wait…not until the very last scene for fate and Holy Church license anything more.”

“Women as they have gradually become fully literate have forced their way to the front of the makers of the stuff they feed on, and they show signs of ousting men, soon or late, from the business. They are not really novels but metaphysical sonatas disguised as romances. The novel is concerned solely with human nature as it is practically rendered (in pungent realism).”

“It is my contention that women succeed in the novel…even more strikingly when they throw off the inhibitions that hover hitherto cobwebbed their minds – because they see facts in life more sharply and are less distracted by mooney dreams. They are< I believe, generally happier than men…”

“If I live to the year 1950 I expect to see a novel by a woman that will describe a typical marriage…I venture that novel will demolish superstitions that have prevailed in the Western World since the fall of the Roman Empire.

“It will be harsh, but it will be true and being true, it will be a good novel. There can be no good one that is not true.” Maybe Hemmingway knew Mencken?

Willa Cather’s very distinguished quality in “My Antonia” is a great deal more than simply a good novel. It is a document in the history of American literature. It proves that accurate representation is not inimical to beauty. No romantic novel every written in America, by man or woman, is one-half so beautiful as “My Antonia.”

“The novel of the future will show after a woman has got her man) that a woman begins to live. It will show against a background of actuality, her conduct in the eternal struggle between her aspiration and her destiny. It will be sweet stuff, indeed; and it will come.”


Begging to differ, Leah St. James’ novel “Adrienne’s Ghost” throws away any lingering inhibitions. The love-making scenes promise ‘the happy life after’ that Mencken talks about. Would scenes of setting dinner tables, wiping various noses and bottoms of their off-spring, balancing check books and re-carpeting the house add to the knowledge of human nature? I doubt it. Where’s the conflict?

Purpose: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!

Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time. 

Let’s rock the neurotic writing world!

Twitter hashtag is #IWSG

Outline Structure: What do you include?

What do you include in your outline structure? For my novel “Ann Arbor’s Bus Orphan” I’ve gone about as far as I can go without listing the scenes (an outline—in fact). All of the scenes in the re-write have not been listed but the highlights of the novel’s progression are set down.
Act I
Scene THAD*
0%-10% Stage I: SETUP Fully in False Identity
October, 1990
Prologue          1-3
Congressional Session, Lansing MI
POV First Person, Norman Kennedy (60)
Theme of Reparations to Native American by restoring their sacred burial grounds.
Introduction of characters:
Sam Storrer, his brother Jason’s wife Megan and their prophet child Ray
Tom Sweetwater and his uncle Torchey, his wife Heather and sister, Megan
Robert and Doris (Dunacker) Westroad
Ghost: Cougarman
Uncle Torchey threatens tornadoes if sacred burial grounds are not returned by the Harvest Moon
Cougarman attackes camermen
Chapter One          4-11
Norman’s Apartment, Ann Arbor, MI
POV First Person, Noman Kennedy
March 15, 1987
Book, Black Elk Speaks levitates, knee disappears, he disappears in a bus window reflection, billboard dame turns into his mother, and Doris’ blue and yellow mansion turns into a white-painted house.
Doris’ House
Ghost cat comes through the floor, Cougarman appears to Norman for the first time.
Chapter Two          11-17
Norman overhears Uncle Torchy (fringed leather jacket) and Tom Sweetwater discussing the lay of the land under Doris’ house.
Doris hires Tom who helps her buy a car
Busches Grocery Store
They meet Roger Westroad at Busches with six Storrer children (Jason, etc.)
Sam sees Cougarman on Tom’s shoulders
Norman’s Apartment
Norman worries Roger Westroad will replace him in Doris’ affection
Turning Point #1 10% Opportunity
10%-25% Stage II NEW SITUATION Glimpses True Essence
March 18, 1987
Chapter Three          18-45
Act II
Turning Point #2 Change of Plans 25%
25% to 50% Stage III PROGRESS Vacillates between false identity and true essence
Chapter Four          46- 57
Chapter Five          58- 71
Chapter Six          72-78
Date ——————–
Turning Point #3 Point of No Return 50%-75% Stage IV:
COMPLICATIONS & HIGHER STAKES Fully in essence, but reverts one final time
Chapter Seven          79-86
 Act III
Turning Point #4   Black Moment Major Setback 75%-90% Stage V:
FINAL PUSH Returns to true essence
Chapter Eight          87-99
Turning Point #5 Climax 90-100 % Stage VI AFTERMATH Transformed essence
Chapter Nine          94-96

Inserts for a Novel in Progress

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Initial Step

“Writing the Natural Way” by Gabriele Rico may transform my dull novel of 1994 into a richer tableau. The original idea was to bring redemption to our Nation by re-instating Native Americans burial grounds to various tribes who were stripped of land rights by greedy settlers.

My novel “Ann Arbor’s Bus Orphan” states the case in dry terms with a few interesting ghosts thrown in when the reader might have slipped completely into a coma.

Rico’s prompts on page nine resulted in the following:


Norman is an old-fashioned name. Mother explained it has something to do with Ulysses. Her drinking usually interrupted the story, but something about cyclops asking his name and Ulysses saying it was No Man made sense to her. Of course I never met my biological father. When the friends of the cyclops hastened to his cave after Ulysses put out his one eye with a stick, they asked who was hurting him. When the cyclops answered, “No Man,” they abandoned him to his fate.

Norman couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t feel deserted. The university was the closest to claiming a family, even though he was never invited to join a holiday celebration. So Doris’ friendship was crucial. Being an orphan, unloved, left him with a hole in his heart, something even Niagara Falls couldn’t fill.

Books were his only tangible friends—except for Doris. But he realized he failed Doris. Otherwise she wouldn’t have needed a man like Robert Westwood. He didn’t know how to show his emotions to her. All Norman was sure of was his lust for her house full of books and the orderliness she lacked. Life was worth a search for meaning in the chaos of things strewn pell-mell around a person. In order to demand reason, life required a place for everything.

His rising panic each morning attested to the power or preeminence she held in his life. Norman was at Doris’ beck and call. Would she ever acknowledge his dedication to her, or at least her library? Maybe he should write out why he needed to move in with her, with all the words at his command surely he could choose the most convincing reasons.


Stepping into Reality

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Stepping into Reality

Beware the metaphor.

Paul and I often walk around Gallup Park here in Ann Arbor. On one such ramble we met a young couple pushing a stroller on the wood-chip path. I smiled at the beautiful blonde mother. She didn’t smile back. Her glazed sky-blue eyes didn’t focus. Her husband, a loose-limbed, tall fellow showed all his teeth—almost in excited relief.

We walked on and Paul nudged my arm. “There is no baby in the stroller.”

“Maybe under the blanket?”


“Why would a couple push an empty stroller?” I hadn’t tried to look at the baby in the pram.

We conjured all kinds of excuses, “The grandmother must have the baby at a picnic table; but why take the stroller?”

We got giddy, looking in the bushes for ‘Moses’ along the path. Still no plausible answer presented itself. Then more fiction rose to the rescue.


Delores understood the green, they were at the park after all. The blur of grief did lift at times, usually in the shower when her damp tears could have been the hot water. Daniel hadn’t cried as far as she knew. She should have worn a hat or at least sunglasses for the bright day. Daniel held onto her shoulder, as if she might disappear, too.

His constant refrain of, “Come back, come back;” did nothing but drive her further away. She liked to slip into the fantasy of still being pregnant. Gigantic in her ten month. He’d been proud telling everyone they were probably having twins.


Well after the due date, Delores awoke in their first home, sitting on the family room couch with a bundle of wrapped blankets tucked in her left arm. The television wasn’t on.

“Never mind,” Mother said. “You’re getting better, you know.”

Encouraged by the positive words, Delores began to un-wrap her baby. Why had Mother allowed her to over-heat the child? She noticed her mouth got dryer and dryer after each swaddling cloth dropped away.

“You needed something to hold,” Mother said.

The blankets were empty. “I better lie down,” Delores stretched out her arms to escape the painful couch.

Mother helped lift her, nearly carrying her down the long hall to their sun-brightened bedroom suite. “Daniel will be home soon,” Mother’s words had lost their cheerful tone, “or do you want me to call him?”

“No,” Delores remembered hearing herself say as she drifted into her patch of numb oblivion, “Daniel doesn’t have the baby either.”


Delores nearly stumbled on the uneven winding trail as she pushed the light stroller. At first all had been well. She could feel the hot sun burn her face. Her eyes had dried up—no wetness.

Other people dragged her mood down to her empty arms.

She tried not to face their smiles, but stopped avoiding them when an older couple walked up. The woman’s face was lined under her wide hat, her smile genuine. The sixties-symbol her older husband wore promised peace. He had stared inside the stroller—but didn’t break stride with his wife.

Daniel pressed her shoulder.

“I know,” she said. “How long has it been?”

“Four months.” Daniel lifted both his hands to tug at his hair. “We can’t have anymore.”

“You’ve been so alone.” Delores slid her barren arms around his waist. “We have each other.”

Nearly breaking her fragile bones, he embraced her with his powerful, life-sustaining arms. “Always.”


To understand the power of the scene, I immersed the parable into my futile writing career. My babies, novels, were freed of their sterile boxes, sent out into the glutted world among the dreams of other writers floating in Amazon space.

When they visit with their five-star reviews enough, I repeat the husbanded muse. “Always” means the joy of writing will not leave me—or anyone aspiring to create perfect relief from reality.


Rohn Federbush

Ann Arbor, Michigan Author


July 23, 2016

Small Press Department

Barnes & Noble

122 Fifth Avenue

New York, NY 10011

In Lincoln’s Shadow

ISBN 978-1-5049-3357-5


Dear Evelyn VeLazuez, Coordinator,

                Following your suggestions please consider this my fifteenth request for Barnes & Noble to shelve my book “In Lincoln’s Shadow” in your Ann Arbor, Michigan store. A year ago I paid substantially for three years of returnable books from the publisher, Author House. In 2013 “In Lincoln’s Shadow” finaled in the Inspirational Romantic Mystery/Suspense category held by the Daphne Du Mauier Award sponsored by the RWA Kiss of Death Chapter. Lincoln’ quotations used by the detective when his emotions need calming are from “The Life of Lincoln,” 1858-1865, published by P.F. Collier, New York, NY 1906—as noted in thirty references. The setting’s cover photo of the Ann Arbor City Club is another shelf-appeal factor.

                Your delay in offering my book has undermined my marketing efforts here in Ann Arbor and around the state. One local reader had to argue with a sales clerk who ordered and delivered the book (after some delay)—about not being able to return it. I apologize for the obvious lack of a patient tone in this appeal. My frustration is continuing to grow.

                On August 23, 2015 The New York Times Book Review featured my book “Separation Anxiety” on page two (ISBN 978-5049-2012-4). My July 2016 release “St. Joan’s Architect” by Reader’s Digest LifeRich (ISBN 978-1-4897-0775-8) has already received three five star reviews on Amazon and several more on LinkedIn. Because of previous delays, I’m hoping you will consider shelf space for these two books, too.



Rohn Federbush

734-994-6217, 734-223-6045

2141 Pauline Court

Ann Arbor MI 48103