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Link to the Kindle E-book: A Cub Among Bears: How Love and Toughness Raised Me
Date Published: October 2018
Book Description: In A Cub Among Bears, Kimberly Patton brings the readers humorous stories of being raised in a family of six rambunctious boys. We see her older brother filming her “murder,” (complete with fake blood.) We watch her cringe as she finds out about the “birds and the bees” from a cassette tape. We hear about a broken arm gone undiagnosed for two weeks, and the reason why she said “Yes” to her college choice. We travel with her from Michigan to Brazil, and then to Tennessee and back again. We also see her struggle through her faith journey, faltering at times but never giving up. As she gets older, the cocooned atmosphere of a loving family unravels, and she is thrust out toward the adventures that await her.

A Project That Needs "Tweaking": Personal essays chronicling the thrill of adventure discovered just beneath the surface. by [Patton, Kimberly]

The 13 most popular essays from the blog are now available in a Kindle E-book for $2.99 on Amazon. 
Link to the Kindle E-book: A Project That Needs "Tweaking"

Date Published: December 2017
Book Description: Adventure is glamorous when highlighted in travel, especially to exotic cities around the world. Pictures provide bragging rights, and rightly so. What about instead of the extraordinary, we find adventure in our own little lives? I seek adventure, yes. But I also discover that when I write about this simple life I call my own, I find precious gold hidden just beneath the surface. These essays reflect a life well lived; an adventure stumbled upon, time after time.


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