Pay It Forward Week is the brainchild of author Bethany Turner that’s been adopted by the Rave Reviews Book Club to profile, promote and propel a different fellow club member to a place in the sun for a whole day via our blogs. It’s a really neat and thoughtful process and Paying it Forward can be done for all kinds of reason – like a thank you to people who’re hosting a Blog Tour for you! 🙂 So, as I’m currently ‘on the road’ with the MILELE BLOG SAFARI, today it’s my great delight to present my host for day 6, a supportive and multi-talented RRBC author, photographer, musician and artist – LISA MAURO
ABOUT LISA- by Lisa
I’m a full-time Corporate Cubicle Girl, perpetually crunching lines of data like a kid with an endless supply of rock candy. When I’m not breaking pivot tables, I write. And I draw. And I take and edit photos. I’ve even been known to sing along.
I’m a Jane of all trades and a Mistress of some.
I appreciate tattoos and I collect them as souvenirs. I provide gut-wrenching brutal honesty, but I’ll smile when I’m delivering it so you won’t feel as bad hearing it. I’m a narcissistic muse. Flattery will get you everywhere, as will red velvet cupcakes.
This site is where you’ll find my latest and greatest musings, art, and maybe even a diatribe or two if you’re lucky.
THE PLACE WE WENT TO YESTERDAY
(description from Amazon)
Surrounded by abject poverty in Manhattan’s housing projects, Ella Santia is abused and manipulated by her family until she is placed into foster care. When that experience also sours, she makes the decision to move into a group home.
On her walks along the High Line with fellow resident Lara, she begins to open herself up to new experiences. When things come to a head at the group home, Ella realizes that it is time for her to fend for herself.
The Place We Went to Yesterday chronicles Ella’s journey from passive punching bag to assertive young woman.
Bar Harbor, Maine is one of the most naturally beautiful places I’ve ever visited. And by that, I mean, it’s largely untouched.
On a foggy summer day, I found myself walking around the grounds ofThe Jordan Pond House – an old teahouse from the 1800s.
I made my way along a winding trail to the aforementioned pond and discovered this rare and perfect moment.
I felt obligated to capture it.