Why don’t they talk to me? They wondered after loudly passing judgement on their audience. After making a broad derogatory sweeping statement that allowed for no acknowledgment of alternatives. Asking surface level questions and promptly answering them providing no room for an answer. Why don’t they talk to me?

My passion is watching government increase property taxes. My passion is dental care. My passion is pursuing the idea that sounds unlikely.

Thank you for all the feedback! I’ve decided to call America the United States, keep the repetitive use of “little,” and try another iteration of the red bean story. Once upon a time, in the heart of the United States, there grew a little red bean. Beginning to sprout and grow, it had many dreams…

When I was visiting China, I had the idea for the children’s story of The Two Red Beans. This is an iteration on that story, eventually there will be illustrations, where I’m specifically looking for reader feedback. If you have kids, I’d be very grateful if you read it to them and sent me quotes…