G-Square Publishing LLC

G-Square Publishing LLC G-Square is a well-established publishing company owned and operated by people of color. We publish in multiple genres. These include; Poetry, Novels, Children's books, Youth books Anti-corruption books, short stories, and audiobooks.
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The SQUARE OF INTEGRITY

Stephen Covey once wrote; "The challenge is to be a light, not a judge, to be a model not a critic. This is the mindset upon which attentive organizations will build the square of integrity. G-Square's approach to eradicating corruption and building organizations of high standards staffed with individuals of integrity is rooted in what we call the Square of Integrity. The

The SQUARE OF INTEGRITY

Stephen Covey once wrote; "The challenge is to be a light, not a judge, to be a model not a critic. This is the mindset upon which attentive organizations will build the square of integrity. G-Square's approach to eradicating corruption and building organizations of high standards staffed with individuals of integrity is rooted in what we call the Square of Integrity. The

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07/07/2021
A MOST PRECIOUS GIFTThe most precious gift a man can bestow upon his mate is the care of his inadequacies.Only when a ma...
06/01/2021

A MOST PRECIOUS GIFT

The most precious gift a man can bestow upon his mate is the care of his inadequacies.

Only when a man feels secure and safe in the bosom of his Bashert can he genuinely open up and share his vulnerabilities.

This is a gift not easily given.
In fact, for many men, it is a carefully guarded secret.

No man wants to be seen as less than a man.
But, if each man be true to himself, he longs for a shoulder upon which to cry from time to time.

Each man yearns to climb off the pedestal and share his fears with the one woman who truly understands how he might feel.

Each man, if in fact, he be a man, wants to remove the blinders from that other set of eyes through which he might see his whole self.
Let beat that other heart that makes him know that it is ok to fail… sometimes.

If a man can come to know his true self through the wisdom and insight of the woman who loves him, he is then well-armed to take the necessary steps to being a better self,
A better partner,
A better man.

Ladies, give your man the freedom to at times be less than the man that some others think they are, while at the same time always admiring his manhood for doing so.
It is a gift that will be returned tenfold.

A MOST PRECIOUS GIFT

The most precious gift a man can bestow upon his mate is the care of his inadequacies.

Only when a man feels secure and safe in the bosom of his Bashert can he genuinely open up and share his vulnerabilities.

This is a gift not easily given.
In fact, for many men, it is a carefully guarded secret.

No man wants to be seen as less than a man.
But, if each man be true to himself, he longs for a shoulder upon which to cry from time to time.

Each man yearns to climb off the pedestal and share his fears with the one woman who truly understands how he might feel.

Each man, if in fact, he be a man, wants to remove the blinders from that other set of eyes through which he might see his whole self.
Let beat that other heart that makes him know that it is ok to fail… sometimes.

If a man can come to know his true self through the wisdom and insight of the woman who loves him, he is then well-armed to take the necessary steps to being a better self,
A better partner,
A better man.

Ladies, give your man the freedom to at times be less than the man that some others think they are, while at the same time always admiring his manhood for doing so.
It is a gift that will be returned tenfold.

05/30/2021

A GREAT SUMMER READ
EXPRESSLY WRITTEN FOR
G-SQUARE YOUTH AND ASPIRING ADULTS
ANGEL AND CADWALLADER SAVE THE JACKALOPE

Not very long after the formation of the earth and the seeding of the planet with the Being known as man, thousands of animals were formed by the Great “I Am,” with a direction to roam specific parts of this majestic land. In those days, each animal could converse with man. They would often discuss the best ways to support the land and work together to make each habitat better than when they were first formed.

As each generation and animal began, the Being known as man was tasked with naming each beast and assigning them specific parts of this unforgettable realm. It is unfortunate, but while this awesome responsibility grew, man lost sight of his humbling task to inspire life and be a friend to all living Beings in the land.

As time progressed, disputes began to form between man and the animals who roamed the terrain and were intended to live together harmoniously in this awesome expanse. A few animals were formed independently of the knowledge of men, such as Unicorns, Kraken, Jackalope, and the much sought-after Yeti, to name a few. It was just around the time these animals were formed that man was disavowed the ability to further converse with the animals of the land. In the case of the Unicorn, Kraken, and Jackalope, these animals never met or conversed with man. There have been few occasions where men have claimed sightings of the Yeti, also known as Sasquatch, Bigfoot, and the Abominable snowman. It is unclear to this day if any of these claimed sightings are true. But unlike, Unicorns and Kraken, the search of the elusive Yeti continues to this day.
There have always been stories of this quartet’s existence, but it has never been known precisely where on the planet they roam. In the case of the Kraken, it is said to be a legendary sea monster with its origins coming forth from Scandinavian tales of old, falsely being accused of terrorizing those who traveled the seven seas. While said to be great in its physical size, the Kraken, has never intended to bring about any man’s demise. There have been stories told of mythical gods who subjugated Krakens like subservient Beings to be ordered at a whim to take the life of any adversary of the Kraken’s overseer who always turned out to be a witless man. It is said that fear would set into all men’s hearts with ears to hear, when these three words were breathed into the air, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN.”

In all truth, the Kraken does exist. It happily roams the lands that have been assigned to it, with no intent to harm man or any Being traveling the land. It is unknown if a Kraken has ever met face to face with any man. This is mainly due to the misunderstanding of this Nobel breed. The Kraken and its descendants have chosen to remain secluded and hidden in faraway places and not seen eye to eye by man.

Now the Unicorn is said to be a legendary creature described as a Being with a single large, pointed spiraling horn projecting from its forehead. The Unicorn has always been said to resemble a horse. There are a host of stories and tales of the powers of the thought to be mythical Unicorn. Like all of the Beings that man claims to be a myth, the legend holds little truth. The Kraken, Unicorn, Yeti, and as you will see, the Jackalope are as real as you and me. Within the pages and future stories about to be shared, all partakers will be blessed with the uncompromising truth that these animals are no mere myth, as the truth becomes real beginning at the birth of Angel, the gift from above, to this earthly realm.

Available on Amazon, iTunes and Audible

G-SQUARE PUBLICATIONS
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[email protected]

05/10/2021

Angel and Cadwallader Save the Jackalope
No Stew for You.
An awesome book that we are looking forward to sharing with you.

04/21/2021

G-Square Publishing is very pleased to provide to our readers the opportunity to Pre-order a copy of the soon-to-be-released selection of poetic works under the title, "If God Had to Account for Us. Pre-order is available now. The release date is set for May 5, 2021, enjoy the read and the upcoming audiobook.

G Square Publications
01/24/2021

G Square Publications

IT IS NOT ABOUT COLOR, IT IS YOUR STATE OF MIND.

INTRODUCTION

W*P, MICK, GINUE, S**C, C**N, SLOP, TOWEL-HEAD, RED-MAN, K**E, SPEAR-CHUCKER, JUNGLE BUNNY, BE**ER, GREASER AND NI**ER.

If you know any of these words, their genesis, and shameless offspring, then it is time to strike them from your life.

Erase them from your mind, delete them from the vocabulary of People kind.

Do you think that your opinion of me, in truth, determines my place in this society?

At the end of the day, it is not about race, gender, or the different people that may come to mind working to pass judgment on me and the rest of mankind.

RELEASE DATE 2/22/21

01/06/2021

“A promise takes shape in deeds.
The words are the platform from which the honesty of the promise is formed.”

A promise; “A declaration that one will do or refrain from doing something specified; be it good or bad.”

How many of us have made such claims?
How many make the claim knowing that it is paved on a repetitive road of shame?
How many make the claim to merely end the conversation?
How many truly understand its meaning and the weight that it carries as it is said, as your commitment moves forward, or sadly, sometimes backward?
How many say it with a vision of honor, commitment, and trust?
How many say it with the intent of instilling hope?
How many say it, knowing that it is as fleeting as a pepper-induced sneeze?
How many say it, knowing that it means nothing when it originates within feeble beings devoid of integrity, with no desire to work toward happy endings?

02/09/2020

Our Heartfelt prayers and support go out to the Officers of the 41st Police Precinct who were victims of the senseless assassination attempt today. To the families of those Officers please now that our prayers and support are with you. There is no justification for such a heinous act.

G Square Publications
02/04/2020

G Square Publications

Hey Party People, just a reminder that it is now less than two weeks to the G-Square Publishing release of our next children's book, "Thanks to the Sun".
This book is G-Square's second book into the genre of children’s stories.
Vinny Green and his Youth Editor, 12 year-old, Jaila Marie McCoy, are hopeful that they will shortly be on the book signing circuit in sharing this work.
Thanks to the Sun will be released on February 14, 2020., Happy Valentine's Day!
You can pre-order the eBook now. We anticipate the release of the audio version in the coming weeks.
If you would like us to come to your school, place of worship or other location for a book signing or the like, please contact us at [email protected].

G-Square Publications would like to share the news of the upcoming release of "Corruption in the 21st Century", the audi...
02/03/2020

G-Square Publications would like to share the news of the upcoming release of "Corruption in the 21st Century", the audiobook. We are very proud of this work and the outstanding job done by Steve Boyd who brought the book to life as the narrator. We will keep you informed of the actual release date.

12/05/2019
G Square Publications

G Square Publications

NO TIME TO HATE

I have never found anyone worthy of my hate.

It is just far too much work to maintain the pace, to keep up with a draining emotion such as demon inspired hate.

The toxic fumes that would fill the air if I began to focus on how much about you I do not care, conflicts with my plan to dismiss you as the star you foolish think you are.

It is just simpler and more pleasing to me, to spend my time singing of love atop most any mountain or tree than to stand in the dirt with little hope of changing your ways, which is likely to leave me in dismay.

I would much prefer to stand upon that mountain and, thank the Father for the blessing poured out on me each day, then lamenting about your evil ways.

I have no spiteful plans to stand at a cauldron mixing recipes of hate intended to determine your lowly fate.

For every second that I acknowledge you and your hateful ways; opens the door for your sinister heart to continue simmering your brew to feed others your hateful stew.

Each day that I am alive will be focused on sipping the nectar of love mixed by almighty God.

12/03/2019
G Square Publications

G Square Publications

AND SHE ASKED
By: D.E. Green
And she asked:
Speak to me of love
And he hesitated before responding
He thought long, and deep
And he said:
I cannot speak to you of love as others speak
For I have not known it as others claim to have
The love I know is one that gives
While expecting nothing in return
The love I know does not hold a heart ransom
Only expecting to be returned in kind
The love I know
Lives a life unto itself
Feeding itself
Nurturing itself
And lives long after the passion of the moment

12/03/2019
G Square Publications

G Square Publications

COULD WE START ANEW

If we were on an uninhabited island would we get along, just you and me?
Would you grow to adore me, and I adore you?

Would we build a home or separate houses?
Would we farm the land or grow individual gardens?

Would we establish borders or open the land, speak to one another understanding there were no others?

Would we work to escape our potentially lonely fate?
Or work each day to make peace with our fate?

Would you learn to love me and I love you, or would friendship be the best we could do?

Would we be the first generation of a new nation?
The Adam and Eve, once we lay and you conceive?

Would our sons and daughters work to maintain order, in the nation-state that we create?

First, let me get this one thing straight.

If we were on an uninhabited island, could we start anew, just me and you?

G Square Publications
11/15/2019

G Square Publications

G-Square Publishing is excited to announce the release of the audiobook version of "Untrammeled Love-Trusting Love and Rejecting Lust", narrated by Natalie Golloher. It can be found on iTunes, Amazon and Audible. I have no doubt that you will enjoy the listen.

11/11/2019

As many of you know, G-Square Consulting Services is blessed with many gifted speakers among its ranks.
We have no intent on keeping those gifts to ourselves. In early 2020 G-Square will be establishing a Speakers Bureau (GSSB) staffed with Gifted motivational speakers prepared to come to your location to inspire and motivate staff, students, parishioners and youth of all ages.
This service will be available nationwide and free to one and all, excluding travel expense. We invite you to watch for the GSSB kickoff date.
As our research suggest a significant request for this service, we encourage to make request early, Carpe Diem!

G Square Publications
10/17/2019

G Square Publications

G-Square Publications is in great anticipation of the upcoming release of our newest children's book; "Thanks to the Sun." We are looking forward to a Thanksgiving release on both eBook and softcover.

06/27/2019
Who Rigged the Bids

Who Rigged the Bids

Get Ready, Get Ready, Get Ready
Who Rigged the Bids, Volume 2 will be released this fall.
It is a Road Map to protecting your organizational fisc.

I am working on two new children’s books.
06/06/2019

I am working on two new children’s books.

05/27/2019

“Each man must be his own purveyor of truth.”

Let the word go forth from your uncluttered mind, spilling hopes of coming times that will lift the best minds of all humankind.
This includes your ideas and mine.

Never think that from your lips; wisdom cannot arise showing the location of X from which we can all dig to locate the gems intended to sustain the future of humankind.

Allow yourself to be a dispenser of truth, packaged to catch the eye of evolving Beings who will make up the next generation seeking wisdom from purveyors such as you, eager to lift inspiring minds.

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05/19/2019
Apr 9, 2019, 12_35_21 PM

Apr 9, 2019, 12_35_21 PM

A Million Voice is an excerpt from the Book "A View From My Bay." it is a memoir presented through Short Stories and Poetry.

G-Square Defensive Driver Training Academy is proud to announce that there are now an additional 16 drivers on our natio...
05/07/2019

G-Square Defensive Driver Training Academy is proud to announce that there are now an additional 16 drivers on our nations roads who have been certified as not just safe drivers, but defensive drivers.
Completion of this G-Square provided training grants each participant with a 10% discount on their auto insurance over the next three years. This coupled with what we are confident will be a reduction in collisions on our nation's roads is not a bad deal for a day’s work of obtaining knowledge and establishing new friendships. Carpe Diem!

03/01/2019

Just a reminder that the G-Square Defensive Driver Training Academy will be offering its next training class on Monday, March 4th. Completing the class will provide you with a 10% discount on auto insurance and a reduction of up to four points on your license. To register for the class call us at (917) 681-2810 or visit the G-Square website at G-Square.org.

02/18/2019
Vincent

Vincent

The following is the first chapter of a novel I expect to release through G-Square Publishing toward the end of the year.
The name of the book is NIKKI ARMSTRONG, MEASURE OF A WOMAN".
It focuses of the adventures of a young black female who grew up in the projects, attended a prestigious college in New England, became an awarded Navy Pilot, New York City Police Officer and moved into independently fighting crime.
Nikki is a kickass woman who doesn't take s**t from anyone. Please read the first chapter and let me know if there is anything about what you read that interest you and leaves you wanting more. This book will be availabe on paperback, ebook and audiobook. Your comments will help me make it the best that it can be. If any of you would like to read an advanced copy, please let me know.

CHAPTER 1
NOTHING IN LIFE HAPPENS IN A VACUUM
If my peace depends on external reality, then it is not peace

Detective Nikki Evelyn Armstrong, a decorated member of the United States Navy and the New York City Police Department, stood at the site of the freshly dug grave surrounded by its moist piles of dirt. From where she stood, Nikki could see all the acreage known as the Canarsie Cemetery.
The cemetery was a City-owned burial ground, which ran along Remsen Avenue in Brooklyn, New York, just a few blocks south of Canarsie Park, once a part of the famed hunting ground of the Canarsie Indians, and about two miles from the Belt Parkway, the handy escape route for many Canarsie residents needing to just get away for a while.
This sacred ground was open to the public as a site to honor loved ones who had gone home to be with the Lord, or for those who question the existence of a higher being, it was no more than a final resting place.
Over the years, it had become more and more the resting place for those who had passed on with no one willing to or maybe able to celebrate their life. Many of the Canarsie residents had taken to calling it, Boot Hill.
Nikki began to shed a tear as her finely manicured, slender fingers stroked the oversized wooden casket sprinkled with knotholes, splinters and other imperfections that housed the small body of Kamari Prescott. A young boy who seemed to love life despite its harsh realities.
Kamari had been befriended by abuse far too often in his battered young life and visited by death much too early than what Nikki believed the good Lord intended. As she stood at the grave, she questioned the wisdom of God’s gift of free will.

It was clear to her that human beings had misused this precious gift. She was hoping that one day soon, God would remove the scales from the marred eyes of what seemed to be countless numbers of human beings daily abusing this unmerited gift.
It appeared that in Boot Hill, caskets for impoverished members of society were purchased in bulk, and only came in one size, much like death itself.
Nikki felt there was nothing spiritual or humbling about the place where she stood; everything was reduced to an assembly line process with the sole intent to get the product to the assigned hole in the ground.
Nikki shook her head when she realized that the hole she stood before already had at least four other wooden caskets in it riddled with imperfections and housing the remains of life all but forgotten.
Nikki thought to herself; I was always told that we enter life alone and we exit it alone. I guess no one here got the damn memo. Life meant nothing here, nor did death. All that mattered was keeping the damn assembly line moving.
Nikki, was flanked on either side by two impatient gravediggers leaning on government-issued shovels, reminded her for the third time that union rules required that they take lunch no later than noon.
There was a dirt truck standing by just a few yards away with three other gravediggers standing outside waiting to whisk away the two men to the nearest Fast-food hamburger joint for an artery-blocking meal and a step closer to their own holes, complete with government shovels and workers as soon as Nikki released them from their current disposal chores.
Nikki smiled, giving no other response, but sadly noted that bureaucracy had no bounds and seemed to carry a universal passport of apathy that unfortunately, appeared to find comfort, even in the grave.

It saddened Nikki deeply that she and the gravediggers were the only ones in attendance for the Home Going Service of a little boy whose life had been mercilessly and painfully taken by his uncaring bitch of a mother.
The reality of this setting renewed Nikki’s rage over the entire heartless chain of events. As she stood wondering if there was more she could have done; more she should have done, she began to ponder the injustice of it all.
To Nikki, it all seemed purposely designed to fail the people and to perpetuate the existence of spinning wheel bureaucracy, injustice, and the irrelevance of truth. The entire elaborate system turned out to be all form, with no substance.
Nikki began to reflect on the words of her old ethics professor; "Nothing in life happens in a vacuum. Everything that you do or say; will influence someone else whether you want it to or not. The simple truth is that because you breathe someone's life will be changed."
Nikki never wholly embraced these words or understood how they related to the Public Ethics class she was taking. Well more than a decade had elapsed since she first heard those words and began to ponder their meaning.
It was only now, as she stood in a cemetery surrounded by broken lives, graves marked by numbers instead of names, wondering who all these people were, or could have been in life, that the wisdom of her professor’s words began to speak with clarity to both her heart and mind.
The little boy in the casket had a corporeal existence of less than five years; born into an abusive household birthed by a brutal mother unmatched by any woman Nikki has ever crossed paths with in her life.
Nikki did not know Kamari as a child who would run to sit on her lap whenever they were in each other’s presence to talk of his day of imaginary friends, superheroes or what’s for dinner. She and the boy never had a conversation focused on his hopes and dreams for his future and what he might want to grow up to be in life.

What Nikki did know with certainty was that because Kamari breathed the air, her life was irrevocably changed. While the experience of losing him had hurt her deeply, she hoped the change was somehow for the better; she wondered how that could be, but she had learned over the years that hope was always a good thing.
Nikki looked at her cell phone and saw that it was ten minutes before noon. She turned to one of the gravediggers who was patting his foot in the mud and impatiently tapping the face of his watch, which was now wet from the drizzle that had begun to fall again.
She picked up a handful of moist dirt, thankful that the earlier rain had not turned the dirt into mud. Nikki touched the casket and thanked the young boy for coming into her life, if even for a moment. She then spoke these often-heard words, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust, as she sprinkled the dirt over the warped wooden casket.
Nikki turned to the gravediggers, thank them for bearing with her and gave them each a twenty-dollar bill as she slowly navigated mud holes, wooden boards and patches of dry land as she made an effort to return to the parking lot without destroying her favorite high heel shoes in the process. With each step, she repeated to herself “Nothing in life happens in a vacuum.”

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The following is the first chapter of a novel I expect to release through G-Square Publishing toward the end of the year. The name of the book is NIKKI ARMSTRONG, MEASURE OF A WOMAN". It focuses of the adventures of a young black female who grew up in the projects, attended a prestigious college in New England, became an awarded Navy Pilot, New York City Police Officer and moved into independently fighting crime. Nikki is a kickass woman who doesn't take s**t from anyone. Please read the first chapter and let me know if there is anything about what you read that interest you and leaves you wanting more. This book will be availabe on paperback, ebook and audiobook. Your comments will help me make it the best that it can be. If any of you would like to read an advanced copy, please let me know. CHAPTER 1 NOTHING IN LIFE HAPPENS IN A VACUUM If my peace depends on external reality, then it is not peace Detective Nikki Evelyn Armstrong, a decorated member of the United States Navy and the New York City Police Department, stood at the site of the freshly dug grave surrounded by its moist piles of dirt. From where she stood, Nikki could see all the acreage known as the Canarsie Cemetery. The cemetery was a City-owned burial ground, which ran along Remsen Avenue in Brooklyn, New York, just a few blocks south of Canarsie Park, once a part of the famed hunting ground of the Canarsie Indians, and about two miles from the Belt Parkway, the handy escape route for many Canarsie residents needing to just get away for a while. This sacred ground was open to the public as a site to honor loved ones who had gone home to be with the Lord, or for those who question the existence of a higher being, it was no more than a final resting place. Over the years, it had become more and more the resting place for those who had passed on with no one willing to or maybe able to celebrate their life. Many of the Canarsie residents had taken to calling it, Boot Hill. Nikki began to shed a tear as her finely manicured, slender fingers stroked the oversized wooden casket sprinkled with knotholes, splinters and other imperfections that housed the small body of Kamari Prescott. A young boy who seemed to love life despite its harsh realities. Kamari had been befriended by abuse far too often in his battered young life and visited by death much too early than what Nikki believed the good Lord intended. As she stood at the grave, she questioned the wisdom of God’s gift of free will. It was clear to her that human beings had misused this precious gift. She was hoping that one day soon, God would remove the scales from the marred eyes of what seemed to be countless numbers of human beings daily abusing this unmerited gift. It appeared that in Boot Hill, caskets for impoverished members of society were purchased in bulk, and only came in one size, much like death itself. Nikki felt there was nothing spiritual or humbling about the place where she stood; everything was reduced to an assembly line process with the sole intent to get the product to the assigned hole in the ground. Nikki shook her head when she realized that the hole she stood before already had at least four other wooden caskets in it riddled with imperfections and housing the remains of life all but forgotten. Nikki thought to herself; I was always told that we enter life alone and we exit it alone. I guess no one here got the damn memo. Life meant nothing here, nor did death. All that mattered was keeping the damn assembly line moving. Nikki, was flanked on either side by two impatient gravediggers leaning on government-issued shovels, reminded her for the third time that union rules required that they take lunch no later than noon. There was a dirt truck standing by just a few yards away with three other gravediggers standing outside waiting to whisk away the two men to the nearest Fast-food hamburger joint for an artery-blocking meal and a step closer to their own holes, complete with government shovels and workers as soon as Nikki released them from their current disposal chores. Nikki smiled, giving no other response, but sadly noted that bureaucracy had no bounds and seemed to carry a universal passport of apathy that unfortunately, appeared to find comfort, even in the grave. It saddened Nikki deeply that she and the gravediggers were the only ones in attendance for the Home Going Service of a little boy whose life had been mercilessly and painfully taken by his uncaring bitch of a mother. The reality of this setting renewed Nikki’s rage over the entire heartless chain of events. As she stood wondering if there was more she could have done; more she should have done, she began to ponder the injustice of it all. To Nikki, it all seemed purposely designed to fail the people and to perpetuate the existence of spinning wheel bureaucracy, injustice, and the irrelevance of truth. The entire elaborate system turned out to be all form, with no substance. Nikki began to reflect on the words of her old ethics professor; "Nothing in life happens in a vacuum. Everything that you do or say; will influence someone else whether you want it to or not. The simple truth is that because you breathe someone's life will be changed." Nikki never wholly embraced these words or understood how they related to the Public Ethics class she was taking. Well more than a decade had elapsed since she first heard those words and began to ponder their meaning. It was only now, as she stood in a cemetery surrounded by broken lives, graves marked by numbers instead of names, wondering who all these people were, or could have been in life, that the wisdom of her professor’s words began to speak with clarity to both her heart and mind. The little boy in the casket had a corporeal existence of less than five years; born into an abusive household birthed by a brutal mother unmatched by any woman Nikki has ever crossed paths with in her life. Nikki did not know Kamari as a child who would run to sit on her lap whenever they were in each other’s presence to talk of his day of imaginary friends, superheroes or what’s for dinner. She and the boy never had a conversation focused on his hopes and dreams for his future and what he might want to grow up to be in life. What Nikki did know with certainty was that because Kamari breathed the air, her life was irrevocably changed. While the experience of losing him had hurt her deeply, she hoped the change was somehow for the better; she wondered how that could be, but she had learned over the years that hope was always a good thing. Nikki looked at her cell phone and saw that it was ten minutes before noon. She turned to one of the gravediggers who was patting his foot in the mud and impatiently tapping the face of his watch, which was now wet from the drizzle that had begun to fall again. She picked up a handful of moist dirt, thankful that the earlier rain had not turned the dirt into mud. Nikki touched the casket and thanked the young boy for coming into her life, if even for a moment. She then spoke these often-heard words, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust, as she sprinkled the dirt over the warped wooden casket. Nikki turned to the gravediggers, thank them for bearing with her and gave them each a twenty-dollar bill as she slowly navigated mud holes, wooden boards and patches of dry land as she made an effort to return to the parking lot without destroying her favorite high heel shoes in the process. With each step, she repeated to herself “Nothing in life happens in a vacuum.”