Books with author Katherine Mead

This is a special story for me because it is the story of my own very special Tiger. Embracing the differences that we share can give us a new understanding of the global human community that we all share. There are many combinations of relationships each with their own special ingredient that can make life interesting. Savoring our differences allows us to create a life that is full of rich and deep flavors. Understanding our differences allows us to connect to the humanity of others and to honor each individual's contribution for our human collective responsibility to and for each other. It is my hope that this book will start a constructive discussion of difference. What does difference mean to each person? How have their lives been impacted by their own special journey? It is my belief, the more we understand others that it helps us grow and become ambassadors for a kind and gentle spirit in our humanity. Katherine Moore

Networking Strategies to Find Jobs in the Hidden Job Market For Job Seekers who Hate Networking Plus BONUS Report: How to Create a Real Connection in Just 5 Minutes Good news and bad news: Networking is how most people get their foot in the door and end their job search. But if you are like I was, you may think you are too introverted, were born with no networking genes, or just generally dislike the whole idea. Help is here for you in this book written just for job seekers. Until I learned these techniques, my job search was one of the most painful events in my life. Even though I had been a successful executive in a networking software firm, I actually hid in the ladies room to avoid going into the networking meeting where there were people who might actually hire me! Here are just a few of the essential, no fluff techniques you'll learn: (without all the usually blah blah blah that I found in networking books I read) If You Think Sending Resumes to Everyone You Know is Networking, Rethink…why it actually does damage to your job search Pain free Way to Work the Room…haven't you always secretly wanted to do this? Now you can How to prepare to answer the one essential question to find jobs in the hidden job market … the one you must answer even if they don't ask How to take control so you actually get results faster…most job seekers are doing this wrong Special report included: Your "Brand" Advantage…unlike exercises I read in other books that frankly were too boring, too hard and too time consuming, this is faster and easier than you would think possible …Tip: a powerful brand that makes you memorable and desirable (to hiring managers…probably won't be useful in your love life!) Find it Difficult to Toot Your Own Horn? Here's the Solution…it's probably the most valuable way to get to the head of the long line of candidates People often think that either you have the skill to network or you don't. But let me assure you the techniques revealed in this book will help you network comfortably, successfully and in a way that works no matter what your style. You can easily create a powerful network that would ensure you'd never worry about looking for work again. As a matter of fact, networking can mean the jobs come to you, and you might never have to do another job search! I know you will find my networking strategies to be the keys you need to unlock the hidden job market to find that new job you are seeking…And they'll be easy approaches that are actually fun to do! BUY NOW and you'll be a hidden job market insider very soon!

Sarah knew she was getting a house. She didn’t know about the rest of it.Learning of her grandmother’s death shook Sarah Richards. She hadn’t seen the woman since she was a child, kept far away on the other side of the country by her controlling mother. They had built a long-distance relationship though secret phone calls and unmentioned emails, and even though Sarah was now well into adulthood she still hadn’t gathered the courage to go visit the grandmother she missed, and now it was too late. Now, though, she owned the house Gran had lived in, and Sarah was determined to break free of her mother’s grasp. Moving from New York City to a town just outside of San Jose, California was scary, but she felt drawn there to learn more about her grandmother, and if she was lucky, to find her own path in life. What she didn’t expect was to be thrown into a supernatural battle between monsters from her worst nightmares and Gran’s strange, not-quite-human friends. It turns out that the house was the least important part of what Rosemary Richards passed down to her granddaughter, and now Sarah has to decide if she is willing to learn more about the world she’s been dumped into or if she would rather go back to her mother where life was dull, but at least it was safe.Sarah’s Inheritance is the first book in the Spirits of Los Gatos series. If you like Andre Norten and Jaymin Eve, you’ll enjoy this tale of one woman finding out what she actually wants from life. Buy Sarah’s Inheritance now and see what secrets Los Gatos is hiding.

This volume about the Pennsylvania State Police was published in 1918. A summary from the book's Foreword: In the foreword of an earlier book, 'Justice to All', I have told the story of the dastardly murder and heroic death of Samuel Howell, carpenter, ambused by robbers on a lonely country road in the State of New York. In the book itself I have tried to tell the strory, equally heroic, of the Pennsylvania State Police. The slaying of that fine young American laboring man, too true of heart to buy his life with his honor, unmasked once more an old and shameful fact that the Empire State connived at such tragedies accepted them without feeling, without action, and without remark. The trade of robber and murderer, so long as exercised upon the poor, was practically a snug and safe employment in rural New York. The rich, like lords of feudal castles, lived in their big houses surrounded by their own garrisons of servants and guards. But those of less estate, the farmers, the laborers, the women and girl-children in small isolated homes, or traversing lonely roads as perforce they must, in a word, all the scattered pop- ulation of the countryside, were stolidly ignored by the one power morally responsible for their safety and then peace. The very government that enacted the laws treated its own enactments as "scraps of paper". The criminal world, in con- sequence, remained at perfect liberty to do the same. The bitter outrage of this truth, seen at short range and poignantly realized, drove me for light and counsel to the only State in the Union on whose name no kindred blot appeared. At every source and from many and varied stand- points, I studied the Pennsylvania State Police, carefully checking both facts and figures as I moved along the field. Then, at last, because no working account of the subject already existed in print, and in order to lay the plain facts in available shape before the people of New York and of the Union, I wrote 'Justice to All', the story of the Pennsylvania State Police. The purpose of that book exacted condensation and the cutting-out of much incident tha might have served to bring its meaning home. Out of the mass of material thus set apart have been taken the narratives that form this present volume. It has been a difficult and unwelcome task to choose, from so large a sheaf, what to take and what to leave. The incidents here related are chosen, not because they stand out from the rest, but just, on the contrary, because they fairly illustrate the common daily round of the Pennsylvania Force. Space alone governs their number. For there is not one seasoned man in the entire Squadron who has not performed many an act of valor and of service equal in quality to those recounted here. In every narrative the real names of the Troopers are given. In every instance but one, the actual names of localities appear. In several instances I have changed the names of criminals at the request of the State Police themselves, whose creed it is to temper justice with mercy, and to give the worst man every chance to mend. Again, in the case of innocent citizens and of the victims of crime, fictitious names have sometimes been used, out of regard for personal feelings. For any and every other commonwealth entering the field, the Pennsylvania State Police must be the Standard-Bearers. We do but honor ourselves in acknowledging it. Let us watch that standard where they still carry it far in the van. It is no easy task no goal to be soon or lightly gained. But in so far as through stern years of discipline, devotion, and sacrifice they may win grace and strength to approach it, just so far will they make good. Another book by this author: - Justice to All, the Story of the Pennsylvania State Police

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Jake hates his new house, stuck in a dull town fifty miles from all his friends. It’s old, it’s creaky, and someone’s written ‘I don’t want to die here’ on his bedroom wall. Jake’s parents love the new house and try to get Jake and his grumpy older sister, Julia, interested in fixing it up to its former glory. However, Julia is only interested in her new iPhone whilst Jake is dreading school the next day. Bad enough that he’s the only new kid this term, he also turned up three weeks late due to a mix-up with buying the house. Then Jake’s mum walks upstairs one morning and no one sees her come back down. How can someone disappear inside their own house? And who will be next?My House Eats People won the 2013 Cornerstones WOW Factor competition and is a funny, exciting and scary story that both children and adults will enjoy. Read on for an extract...When I woke up again, the room was pitch black. Even the streetlamp outside wasn’t shining orange light into the room. I’ve gone blind, I thought, blinking frantically. Then my eyes made out something in the darkness, right above my head. Narrow lines of light, forming a square. So this must be a hatch, leading into the attic. How come I hadn’t noticed it before? The light was bright, which meant someone was up there. I was very certain I didn’t want to find out who.Quickly, before the hatch could open, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, toes fumbling for the carpet. Nothing there, I thought. Of course – it goes all the way down to the cellar! The duvet slipped through my fingers and I fell forward into the squeaking darkness.Wait – SQUEAKING? I woke up. I wasn’t falling. The rest of the nightmare was true but I wasn’t likely to die in the next thirty seconds. But I could still hear squeaking. It was coming from the corner of the room.I fumbled for the bedside lamp. The sudden light scorched my eyeballs, but I thought I saw something moving in the corner. A mouse. Let it be a mouse, I prayed.I never thought I’d be praying to find a mouse in my room. The movement was coming from the big pile of junk on the floor. Great. No mum to nag me to pick up my clothes, so now I’d got mice. I slid out of bed and crept towards the junk. Definitely a mouse. Several, in fact. Burrowing into socks and old tissues and making them move. Making them move towards me. Okay, I had to stop kidding myself about the mice. A pile of old tissues and a dirty sock were trying to make friends with me. I backed away and fell onto the bed.Now I could see more things moving, starting to take on vaguely human shapes with arms and legs. A glistening grey creature, oddly stretchy, arms reaching towards me. A man made of tiny sticks – where had those come from? A bundle of hair, white eyes gleaming as it shuffled across the carpet. All squeaking quietly, all intent on reaching me. I crouched lower in the bed, pulling the duvet up to my chin. Why does everyone think the duvet will save them? Face it, a few feathers and a picture of Optimus Prime aren’t going to help anyone.The creatures began to jump into the bed, burrowing under the duvet in a way that would have been sweet if they’d been kittens. It was decidedly unsweet when they were weird living socks, hair (were those eyes shirt buttons?), used tissues, little sticks (where had those come from?), sweaty grey skin – no, chewing gum. I was being invaded by all the junk my mum had always nagged me to put in the bin. I hadn’t yet seen teeth on any of these creatures but they had to be there somewhere. Was this my punishment for being a slob? To be eaten by my own rubbish? The squeaking was getting louder. Soft hair pressed against my face. Tissues were nestling into my neck. Stickman scratched at my hand (those sticks were definitely familiar), while a rancid sock nuzzled my cheek. The chewing gum man was growing a mouth. It was time to go.

Eably one Saturday morning in A ugust, 1913, a peculiarly brutal murder was committed at Maaikenshof, the estate of my friend Miss M, Moyca Newell, in Bedford Hills, New York. The victim was Sam Howell, a fine young A merican, contractors foreman on a building job. The murderers were four aliens; their motive, to seize the pwiy-roll that Howell, unarmed, was carrying to the building site. The four did not get the pay-roll, for the reason that Sam Howell, characteristically, gave his life in its stead. But, although fully identified, they escaped scot free, and walk to-day, as far as that crime is concemeidy unpunished and undistiubed. If an overseeing Olympian, weary of the slackness of mankind, had ordained a tragedy especially to show the futility of all existing provision to cover such an event, the result could not have been more complete. Howell sgallant sacrifice, with the immediate consequences, showed in detail and beyond all question that our hoary sheriff-constable system leaves country districts in time of need without protection worthy of the name. The conditions then uncovered were at once humiliating and intolerable; and so, out of sorrow and shame, was bom New York State smovement for a State Police. The star of this movement shone from Pennsylvania, whose magnificent State Police Force was then in its eighth year of service. As protectors of life.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text.

A stunning debut adventure through the ghostly underworld of New York City.Format: 4 CDs, UnabridgedJack Perdu, a shy, ninth grade classics prodigy, lives with his father at Yale University. When he suffers a near fatal accident, Jack's father sends him to see a mysterious doctor in New York City--a place Jack hasn't been since his mother died there eight years ago. In New York, Jack meets a girl named Euri who leads him into the city's Underworld, a place where those who died in New York reside until they are ready to move on. This, Jack believes, is a chance to see his mother again. But as secrets about Euri's past are revealed, so are the true reasons for Jack's visit to the Underworld.