Jennifer Brookins

Author of Tharon Ann, Living Under the Weavers Hut, and India with Backpack and a Prayer

About Jen

Author and poet Jennifer Brookins is a former Broadway and television actress living in Princeton, New Jersey with her husband, musician Doug Brookins. They frequently travel to India, and based upon their experiences, she wrote India with Backpack and a Prayer - the sequel to her first book Tharon Ann. She is also the author of Living Under the Weaver's Hut - an illustrated book of poetry.

A Memoir

5/5

A beautiful story of bravery, tragedy, independence

Tharon Ann, by author Jennifer Brookins is a wonderful read! A young woman begins her journey to chase her dreams from the Deep South to Hollywood, enduring a number of difficulties and overcoming the hardships of single motherhood to a wonderful ending and to the lovely woman known to us today. She teaches us to reach for our dreams, and though life sometimes seems senseless, in the long run good things do come. I highly recommend this book to anyone that loves biographies or for just a delightful read. Check this out!” 

-C.C. Cole

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An Illustrated Book of Poetry

5/5

Inspirational

“Lyrical and deeply moving. These poems speak of the soul’s journey back to its Source. Love, longing, loneliness, joy. These are things we all share throughout our journeys through this life and beyond.”

Ginny Byham

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A Spiritual Journey

India with Backpack and a Prayer
5/5

A deeply affecting travelog of a spiritual life


“I loved this book, the intimacy, the sense of the spiritual world close by, the interiority of the poetry, and most of all, the mystery of her four adept friends. Highly recommended.”

-Stanocles

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sunset

doubters only believe what they see … you know the type dark sunglasses at night for a better view. Oh Weaver, guard my arrested heart

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moon

I bow to you winter moon mosaicthat all starsin heavenly darkness lay their heads to restanother rising sunwraps her dreamy arms around our landfrom ho-hum

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walk with me this afternoonno particular plan just fresh mountain airwild roses gone wild; nest where mockingbirds had babieswhen breathless we stop and watch clouds

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sometimes I face the sunother times the amber glow of dawnseeding earth with prayer in the chill of early dayI wrap your essence around my

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I hear winter rain falling as wild mountain roses it’s you hiding behind the moon if you stay away my heart will turn into shards

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I got up early this morning when darkness still covered the land; just had a feeling the stars would still be shining. Not good to

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Jennifer Brookins, author page

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Now available on Amazon: "Living Under the Weaver's Hut" a book of poetry, and "India with Backpack and a Prayer", a sequel to my memoir "Tharon Ann".

Jennifer Brookins, author page

Jennifer Brookins, author page

3 days 6 hours ago

GOOD MORNING WORLD Bab Kehar Singh Ji ask me to write a book about my impressions during my travels in this remote part of the world. He didn't tell me what to say or how to say it. He left that up to me. I tried to explain, "Baba Ji, I don't speak Punjabi. There are many people far more qualified to do this." He looked at me for a few seconds, smiled and replied in Punjabi, “Acha. Jennifer angreji vich likh devegi. Hun jado assi eh teah kar liya ha ke tusi kado mukanmal kar lavoge? Eh band ho gya hai.” Translation: Jennifer will write in English. That's settled. When will you finish?And so I began ... taking notes in my journal, conversations and my experiences travelling throughout the Punjab on dusty back roads with my great friend Maharaj Baba Kehar Singh Ji, Patron of Rhada Soami Baba Bagga Singh Tarn Taran, Punjab, India. It is a great honor to see his request begin where my memoir "Tharon Ann" ended and, above all, to keep my promise to complete "India with Backpack and a Prayer."

Jennifer Brookins, author page

Jennifer Brookins, author page

5 days 5 hours ago

GOOD MORNING WORLD I’ve lived too long on this lonesome street days so hot they scorch butterfly wings summers who’ve shown little promise given their natural redundancy last autumn one vagrant leaf her crimson petticoat in flight from summer’s heat fell in my lap I yearn for crisp autumn nights naked tree limbs against heaven’s gate. If not … then plum showers on my window sill c/jb

Jennifer Brookins, author page

Jennifer Brookins, author page

6 days 6 hours ago

GOOD MORNING WORLD In the midst of a busy mall, I spied rose colored daisies straight and tall. Unconcerned over buzz of day, who is wealthy, who is gay, they wore petals of haiku for passersby. I thought of when cherries ripen, and apples fall /trees, when greens mature in winter and roses in spring; a time to live, a time to journey on. c/jb

Jennifer Brookins, author page

GOOD MORNING WORLD I just had my long white hair washed and set at the beauty parlor when it started to rain I shoved my hair under a scarf and moved on to the supermarket for a few groceries when suddenly a young (really obnoxious) teenage girl comes over to me and says, "oh you are sooooo cute!" I think to myself "who the hell are you little person?" she continues, "just adorable like a little Barbie with your white curls peeking out from your scarf I think to myself, "shut the hell up ... I'd rather have my hooters shot out of a cannon than be called that!" I pull myself together and move on to the produce counter but I can still hear her whiny little voice trailing in the distance "I hope I'm as cute as you are when I'm almost 100 years old!" I think to myself, "you little bitch, now I know what the devil looks like" c/jb

Jennifer Brookins, author page

Jennifer Brookins, author page

1 week 4 days ago

GOOD NIGHT WORLD this morning I lay my head down on the dewy grass thinking I could feel your heartbeat white and ebony butterflies your divine form playing hide and seek with my beleaguered heart your form, forever changing; where are you not? I long to sleep in your turban quite frankly, a divine barbecue might solve my problem c/jb

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