This New Year’s Eve there is a blue moon. We’ve haven’t seen one on this day for twenty years. The moon isn’t really blue. Blue Moon simply refers to the second full moon in the month.
I'm Jennifer Childers and I live in North Carolina with my husband and son. I have been in nursing for 25 years. I have worked in child abuse prevention programs and as a guardian ad litem.
George Bush Sr. gave me an award for my volunteer work.
I try to keep a balance in life: work, play, quiet time. I like history, and the twilight zone moments that creep into life when you don't expect it. In today's paper the headlines read: "Jennifer Childers gives birth in ambulance". It wasn't me! What are the odds of two women having the same name in this small town?
I was going to use Candace Black as my pen name as I wanted to write for children as well, and thought Childers a better kid book author as it had "child" in the name. I couldn't put another name on my first book so I stuck with Jennifer, maybe Candace will make her debut elsewhere, it might be fun to keep her as my sexier, sassier alter ego.
Stop by facebook and say hi. There are a few Jennifer Childers' there. I am pictured with my son. We are wearing twin red t-shirts.
Your story, Kindertransport takes place around the time of World War II. Can you tell the readers about the real Kindertransport and what it entailed?
After Kristallnacht, Britain agreed to take 10,000 German children for a silver bond to pay for resettlement. Children between the ages of 5-17 went to England, most being high-risk children who were already living in ghettos. Many joined the military when the war started; most never saw their parents again.
How much research went into creating your story and how much of the book is realistic?
I read "an idiot's guide to Nazi Germany and other books to get a feel for what it was like for the average person living under the Reich. As Americans we don't think about so many restrictions on speech, the press. Its hard to imagine a group of people coming in and literally affecting every aspect of your life.
Buy Kindertransport at The Wild Rose Press
What books have influenced your life most?
Stephen Kings, The Stand, gave me a lot to think about.
A short story called The Scarlet Ibis has an excellent point about: Die living refuse to live dying.
The best self help book I ever read is Robin Norwood's, Women Who Love too Much.
What are your current projects and works in progress?
"The Forgotten Bathory", "Hope" a sequel to "The Program."
Tell the readers where they can find you:
Jenchilders.com or candaceblack.com
I am also on facebook and myspace and authors den
Is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?
Loving yourself is the greatest gift you give the world. You can't give to anyone else before you do.
I just wanted to let you know "Kindertransport" is available at The Wild Rose Press. http://www.thewildrosepress.com/kindertransport-p-3543.html
I filled a syringe with morphine.
Could innocent blood ever be washed away?
Would my hands ever be clean again if I continued on this course? The gas would make them choke, gasping for breath as life was strangled to nothingness. Morphine would make them euphoric, and an overdose would put them to sleep, peacefully, with no pain. A sleep from which they would not awake, but they would be safe from the evil that awaited them otherwise.
I filled the second syringe. I thought of each child as I punctured the rubber stopper, the needle sucking up the lethal fluid filling the tube. Little Wilhelm. My treasured leader of the pack. The braces on his legs never stopped his imagination from soaring. Lara. An artistís soul expressed with the one good hand she had. Art reflective of the beauty living in her heart. The twins. Isnít intelligence measured with creativity? I would sorely miss their energy.
My hand slipped and the needle grazed the knuckle of my thumb. I swore and bit my lip. Perfect. I’ll kill myself before I get a chance to euthanize my children. Then, after I enter Heavenís gate, if He lets me inside them, God can tell me I am an idiot and a murderer.
I rubbed my shoulders. They hunched with an invisible weight that made my back ache.
Review: In the months before full scale war breaks out in Germany Erika Lehmeier is trying to find a way to help the six children she cares for escape death. Hitler has decreed that people who have no worth to society, the ones he calls feeders, have to die to preserve the sanctity of the Aryan race. Erika knows the strengths and goodness of the children and can't bear to see them harmed. The only one she can turn to is Rickard Sankt an SS officer. Will he help her or lead them all to certain death?
Jennifer Childers tells a fascinating story of atrocities committed by people who believed in a leader who brought them to prosperity. By the time they realize what is going on they couldn't refuse to follow his demands if they wanted to live. There are always those, like Gregor, who thrive with a license for cruelty. The writer reminds us in many ways that he and others of his ilk aren't representatives of all German society. Most readers know the history of the death camps where Jews and other unwanted adults were annihilated. This is a heart wrenching tale. I don't think the plans to destroy a whole generation of adults and children with any kind of mental, emotional or physical defect is as widely known.
Excellent characters and dialogue throughout show the wide variation in the German citizens' reactions to what is going on around them in the world. Erika, Rickard, Father Julian, Olga and many others show the diversity and the love everyday Germans have for their country. Ms. Childers has done an exceptional job crafting this mixture of fact and fiction into a book that will captivate the reader from first page to last.
Overall rating: Sensuality rating: Very sensual
Reviewer: Dee Dailey
Travis couldn’t believe how Brynna looked—energetic, so alive. She wore her favorite jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and he liked the way the green long-sleeved shirt brought out the color of her eyes. He scrubbed a hand across his face as a dangerous curiosity danced inside him. Why was she here? That hadn't been part of the plan.
She wore her golden-red hair loose and tumbling carelessly down her back, enticing his fingers to slide through the stands. Blood pounded in his temples as he absorbed the idea of working with her again. He had loved her so much. Who was he fooling? He still loved her. It had been so difficult to let her go, and now she was here, speaking civilly to him—a complete contrast to the last time they'd spoke.
He accepted the blame for their marriage ending. He’d screwed up big time. The moment he had opened the hotel room door in London, he should have closed it again. Instead, he allowed his loneliness to rule, and invited Tanya in for a nightcap. They polished off two bottles of wine and in the morning he woke up in bed next to her.
He would be the first to admit his guilt, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember sleeping with her. Making it even worse, he didn’t even like Tanya or her crass ways of doing business. So, he not only hurt the woman he adored, but had insulted another, all in one night.
Tanya couldn’t wait to tell Brynna about the one-night stand. Her way of getting back at him for rejecting her, he supposed. Brynna packed up her belongings and moved out, though mentally she'd moved out months before that.
“Earth to Travis.” Brynna snapped her fingers. “Quit the daydreaming. We have work to do.”
Travis blinked, coming back to reality and looked at the woman he would always love. God, she was as beautiful as he remembered. Both delicacy and strength were in her face, and her skin held a smooth color of peach-tinted cream. His eyes lingered on her lips. He wanted to reach for her, pull her into his arms, but he hadn’t the right. Not any longer.
“Are you going to help me or not?” She clearly wondered why he was staring at her.
He nodded and set down his camera cases. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
Her brow arched “I know I haven’t been reliable lately, but we co-own ‘Smith and Jones’ or have you forgotten?”
“No, I haven’t forgotten. I’m just surprised to see you is all. You haven’t joined the team on an assignment in a long time.”
“I wanted to be here for this one. I . . .” Her gaze met his. “I need this.” One shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Is there going to be a problem?”
“Of course not.” He never wanted anything is his life as much as he wanted to work with her one more time.
“Good, because it’s going to be a long night. Who else is showing up?”
His cell vibrated, making him jump. The theme music from the Ghostbusters’ movie broke the silence. He didn’t move.
“Are you going to answer that?”
That snapped him out of his trance.“Yeah, of course.” He walked away as he flipped his phone open. He spoke to the caller briefly then turned to Brynna. “That was Kenneth. The others already said they couldn’t make it, and now Kenneth bailed. He forgot about his nephew’s Christmas concert.” He tried to smile, but it felt more like a grimace. “It’s just you and me, kid. Like old times.” He held his breath waiting for her to respond.
“I’m okay with that. Working together is the one thing we do well.”
"Sorry, I didn’t mean it as a dig.” Her chin jutted out with resolve, disproving her statement.
“I guess I deserve it.” He gave her a loose-muscled shrug to show her remark hadn’t hurt, yet her words stung like needles and his voice betrayed him.
Her features softened and she closed the distance between them. Her light caress on his forearm made him flinch and her hand fell away. “I don’t want to fight.”
“I don’t either.” He reached for her, but had second thoughts and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to shut you out.”
He swallowed the lump of emotion lodged in his throat.
“Come on.” Her eyes sparkled with the possibility of adventure. “The ghosts are waiting to be found. ”