
doubters only believe what they see … you know the type dark sunglasses at night for a better view. Oh Weaver, guard my arrested heart
Author of Tharon Ann, Living Under the Weavers Hut, and India with Backpack and a Prayer
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 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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“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 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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‘Molly is a living, breathing spunky little girl and I wouldn’t mind betting there is more than a soupçon of young Jennifer in this story. I can see a movie made of this.’
—Pat Mackay
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doubters only believe what they see … you know the type dark sunglasses at night for a better view. Oh Weaver, guard my arrested heart
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
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
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
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
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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