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PROFESSIONAL WOMAN


Can anybody imagine their life totally changing in one heartbeat?  One minute an uncomplicated country woman and her soul mate husband are happily going along in the flow of life. The next minute she hears the sickening sound of metal twisting and her husband is dead.  Head trauma from the car accident has robbed her voice.  To make matters worse, somebody wants to kill her. 

What if people knew she saw and talked to her dead husband?   Is it such a blessing to have that ability?  How would she know she hasn’t lost her mind?  What does she use as a yardstick to judge her sanity by?          

She locates her husband’s ignored uncle and found he has mob connections.  Quite unexpectedly, he personally trains her to ‘take care’ of herself.  He teaches her the ropes and she hits the floor running.            

There are so many twists and turns along the way.  The twists are in the path, the quest, to finally know her worth.  The turns are when she finally comes to the place where taking care of herself becomes second nature.

At 99,000 words, “Professional Woman” tells the story of Racheal Sortini, brokenhearted, angry, ready for change, and anticipating a new life.  She goes where she has never ventured before.  The fact that her journey takes her outside the law does not enter into the equation.

Bethany Armstrong, Racheal’s friend, occasional lover, and mentor delves into the very core of her existence by sharing with her the ability to deal with the blows life has delivered her.  Learning to ‘stand in her power’ is her passport to mental freedom.  She is a bit surprised at herself but also proud of all she has become.

 

IF YOU ENJOY SOMETHING A BIT OFF THE WALL, THIS MIGHT RING YOUR CHIMES.

 

About My Father’s Business

 

There are those of you who feel you have escaped punishment

for your evil deeds.


Perhaps you have caused injury to others

Perhaps you think you have “gotten away” with something

Perhaps you are one of the wretches who have brought so

  much misery to others.  What was it?  You sold them their

  first drugs?  You pushed them into AIDS?  You tore the children

  out of the hands of their mothers by your influence?  Mere

  babes in the woods?  What satisfaction did you get by causing

  their death? 


You turned an innocent young girl into a 

 prostitute?  You polluted her first with your own lust?

Perhaps you sold him a gun.  You of course had no idea he

 was just a teenager.  Or perhaps it was a knife you first

 put into his hand.  The blood of the people he kills is

 on your hands the same as if you pulled the trigger or stuck

 the blade.


My father is Death.  There are times when he passes over people like

  you.  I am the Daughter of Death and I will not forget who

  you are.  You’ve heard the expression “There’ll be Hell to

  pay?”  I wrote it.  As my father is, so am I.

 

 It’s been mentioned that I look too young and have seen so little of 

life.  You don’t really know me.  I have walked the

Earth since the beginning of time.  From its very foundation

I have been.

 

When the oceans were formed, I was here.  When darkness

was turned to light, I was here.  When ice was formed, I was

here.   My sister and I have played with the beasts in the fields.

Their tails like the tallest of trees, their teeth as rocks sharpened

like razors.   

 

We soared with the giant birds across the vast mountains. 

From their heights we could see from ocean to ocean.

When they were dying, I took them into my arms  and

comforted them.  I eased their pain.

 

I have stood on the very edge of darkness and called out the

names of those who have gone on.  When I call, all must answer

for I am the Daughter of  Death.  No woman, no man nor animal

can resist my call.  It is an exercise in futility to ignore me for I

come with a purpose which shall not be deterred. 

 

My Mother’s blood flows richly through the veins of my Sister. 

She has been blessed with being the Daughter of Life, for she

brings joy.  The Daughter of Life and the Daughter of Death are

the two extremes which go hand in hand, life and death, for they

are a part of each other.  My sister gives life and therefore I must

take it back to complete the cycle.

 

It has been asked for as many years as I can remember why it is

Daughters bring Life and Death.  Where are the Sons who have

been spoken of throughout time and time again?  Is this not the work

of the warriors?  Why not the males who have been written about

for as long as people have been holding writing instruments? 

Where are they and why aren’t they doing this most difficult task?

 

Women are strong but not in the same way as men.  We understand

things they know nothing about.  Our bodies deliver the sons and

daughters.  Our bodies absorb the punishment of men.  Fathers,

husbands, brothers, friends, they all take us for granted.  Why, you ask?

The answer is simple once you know who they are.  We are strong. 

 

  

      

 

 

 
 

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME.mp3

NATURAL WOMAN.mp3

TWO_SILHOUETTES.mp3

 
 
 
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Testimonials

Professional Woman takes the reader out of their comfort zone into the tragic circumstances of Racheal Stortini,

 who embraces her new life with unique resilience, courage and strength.

 The story carries the reader through well-researched characters and scenes, intelligent and witty dialogue, 

 often leaving the reader right at the edge of her seat as well as in deep emotional turmoil, which is addressed with great inspirational insight and wisdom.

 It is an unforgettable read by Paidra Delayno, who I highly recommend as a vibrant and talented Author.

 
 

 

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