Books by

Linda Robinson

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Newly released 6 may 2024

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MAC IS BACK

After the tragic mauling of her boyfriend, Mac devotedly chases their lifelong dream. She leaves Kerrville, Texas behind and travels to the Republic of the Congo to work with orphaned elephants. Employed by a wealthy animal conservationist on his private ranch, Mac is assigned with overseeing the orphans' care and integrating them into the family of elephants that have declared the ranch their home.

MURDER

Mac's solace in the beauty and enchantment of Africa is cut short when she once again finds herself encircled in lies, secrets, and death. As poachers encroach on the property, Mac races against time to shut down this murderous poaching ring and halt the transport of a large stock of pilfered ivory.

WAR

With no easy end in sight and determined to protect their herd, Mac and a team of rangers find they have no choice but to go to war against the poachers. Under the leadership of veteran marine, Cameron Stephenson, they prepare to fight. If that wasn’t enough, one of the young females is ready to give birth, leaving her and her newborn vulnerable and exposed.

With the clock ticking, Mac and her team battle against time, terrain, and thieves to protect their imminently growing family against slaughter.

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Screen Shot 2019-04-30 at 10.46.07 PM.png — All Mac wanted was a donut …

Instead, she finds her life turned upside-down when her boyfriend, and fellow sanctuary caretaker, is mauled to death in the lion enclosure.
The police believe the attack was a careless accident, but her instincts tell her there’s something else going on and suspects an exotic game ranch owner has something to do with it.
Desperate to uncover the truth, she jeopardizes her own safety to investigate. After a series of unexpected twists, she makes a shocking discovery!
If you love animals, you’ll love this book! Set in Kerrville, Texas, Death at the Sanctuary readers will enjoy this adventure-thriller, full of love, deceit, and one woman’s journey to speak out for the voiceless.

The cover designed by Linda Robinson

Children’s books

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**ABOUT THE BOOK**
Written with grade schoolers and young adults in mind, this book has fun, easy to understand descriptions and illustrations on the weather fundamentals of fronts thunderstorms, lightening, thunder, and rainbows.

ABOUT
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AUTHOR
BEN ROBINSON

Ben Robinson is a network engineering consultant in Honolulu, Hawaii, with an enthusiasm since childhood for the dynamics of weather and its every-changing impacts.

IMG_4396 2.jpeg — Linda Robinson

Linda Lorraine Robinson is an engineer and writer. She recently started her journey to write books that provide awareness, excitement, and entertainment. Her goal is to change the world through words.
Linda is a project/process manager, has a Bachelors and Master’s in Aeronautical Science, and is an Air Force Veteran.
She lives in San Antonio Texas with her two children, four dogs, and two cats.

Art by Linda Robinson

Please email lindarobinson.author@gmail.com if interested in purchasing.

Loss of a Child. A painting by Linda Robinson

Mother Earth. A painting by Linda Robinson

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Allusive. A painting by Linda Robinson-sold

Valentine’s Day:

Grade School Rules Apply

By Linda Robinson

Valentine’s day. Some love it, some hate it, some celebrate it, and some hate to celebrate it.

I loved Valentine’s Day most in grade school. There was a party during schooltime where the class drank red punch, ate homemade cookies (in my time, no self-respected mother would send anything bought from a store), and distribute cards with candy. Everyone was included and it was fun!

As I grew older, Valentine’s Day focused on having someone that loved you romantically. The feeling of the day depended on relationship status. I was awkward and loud thru middle and high school, so let’s say I was more disappointed than not. During that time, Valentine’s Day would remind me I was alone on February 14th (this is before Galantine’s Day and just before Girl Power was invented).

I married an then was able to celebrate it every year without fear. I was initiated into the holiday of love and could look forward to the day. Flowers, a nice meal, and an exchange of candy were practically guaranteed! I did not have to worry about Valentine’s for many years.

Now, I am older, wiser, and divorced, but feel I can impart some wisdom about Valentine’s Day. The point of Valentines (in my mind) is to take the time to show someone you care for them and spread a little happiness. This someone can be a lover, friend, mother, father, child, or loyal furry companion.

An argument can be made that love is shown every day, but what is great about a holiday, is everyone shares and celebrates it at the same time. A mass undertaking of love and good feelings being sent out into the universe and reciprocated around the globe. Like a big party!

So, let’s get back to grade school rules! Instead of grumbling grievances against marketing and commercialization, use the opportunity of this holiday. It’s so easy to pick up a token of love or friendship at the store and show someone you appreciate them. Pass around a box of cards to friend and family! Let them think you’re crazy and weird, but rejoice in the message of love you are sending.

On February 14th, let us all lift our red punch in cheap plastic glasses to the heavens and toast the holiday of love. Grade school rules apply ... everyone gets a reason to smile!

A Short Christmas Story

By Linda Robinson

I love Christmas. I have always loved it. I remember staying up late and trying to hear the jingle of Santa’s sleigh. I would sneak downstairs several times at night, trying to catch him placing gifts under the tree. I never caught him. I don’t know how he picked the right time to come, but he always did.

Christmas is a magical time where little wishes can come true. Don’t even try to tell me I’m wrong. I have proof!

When I was in first grade, about six or seven years old. I was in the toy isle of the local department store, K-mart (everyone went to K-mart in those times ... it was like a target with really yummy frozen coke slushies). My eye caught on this cute little doll. She was four inches tall, had round black printed eyes, a little curve of a smile, a petite body (way too small to legitimately support the size of her head in real life), and she wore a shiny gold crown around her head and mid-length brown hair (her hair was brown, just like mine). Her dress was pink on the top and the same shiny gold as the headband on the bottom. I thought she was the most beautiful little doll. I loved her! We just met, but I loved her, and she loved me. She was five dollars.

I ran to ask mom for five dollars. It would be an allowance advance, that is for sure. She fleetingly looked at the little doll. Surely, she would see that she was so beautiful that we couldn’t pass it up. Unfortunately, mom said it was too close to Christmas to buy anything. I was so sad but understood the parent, Christmas time logic. I trudged back to the toy isle and regrettably put the little doll back in her place. Maybe some other little girl, who would love her as much as I did (doubtful), would give her a good home.

When I went to bed that night, I thought of her. Of her pretty dress and brown hair. I said a little prayer, because these are the some of things you think are important and pray about when you are six or seven. Jesus, could you tell Santa to bring the doll for Christmas? A little girl’s wish, thrown out into the magical night air. Religion and magic were one in the same in my child mind. Santa and Jesus were pretty good pals.

By now you’re thinking that my mother, because mothers are great at Christmas, went back and got the little doll. But you’d be wrong. Mothers can’t do it all, all the time. Sometimes they need a little help.

It was the last day of school before the beginning of Christmas break. It was the highlight of the week! This meant a Christmas party at school. This is when you could say Merry Christmas and have parties that could take the place of learning time. You were allowed juice (usually the giant cans of red Hawaiian Punch) and homemade desserts. Real homemade desserts! Not store bought. No mom would be caught dead sending their child with store bought desserts back then. We would also have a gift exchange. Everyone brought a present, with a whole five-dollar limit. There were so many presents under the Christmas tree in the classroom. So many BIG presents! How exciting!

After eating at least ten cookies and drinking two cups of sugary sweetness, the teacher had us all write our name on a piece of paper, then put the paper in a special Christmas box (a shoe box decorated in a brown grocery bag, with glitter stars and construction paper Christmas trees glued to it). We were all told to sit, a feat much harder than it sounds with all the sugar and excitement, but the threat of turning out the lights and putting our head down always kept us under control.

My teacher, I want to say Mrs. Martha, picked a name from the box, called it out, and then one by one each student would go to pick a present of their choosing. I was going to pick one of the biggest I could find! Hopefully, I was next!

Slowly, the names were called. The anticipation was excruciating. The big presents disappeared first. Dang! Those would have been the best. Name after name was called and each time I was hoping for mine, and each time it wasn’t. Soon, there were only three presents left. All small. Probably pencils or playdough or stupid erasers. Two more names were called. This meant I was dead last. The tiniest present was left under the tree. It wasn’t wrapped super special. Just Christmas paper and a stick-on bow. Guess my choice was made for me.

My name was called. I walked up to the tree and picked up the small, cylinder present. I lightly squeezed it. I could feel a thin plastic that encased my gift. It gave a little crinkle then pop as it dented in, then back out. I took it back to my desk and started to open it with not as much zeal as I would have opened a bigger present. Since I was the last to open my gift, the festivities had started again. Though the room was loud and merry. Kids ran around playing with their new toys. I was in my own quiet world of suspense.

I slowly peeled the wrapping paper off. My eyes first took in the shimmer of gold, then the pink of a ruffle. Two round black eyes looked up at me. It was the doll from the store! The exact ... same ... doll! Oh, how beautiful and just what I wanted! She loved me and I loved her. My Christmas wish, or was it a prayer, I believe they are the same, anyway ... it was answered.

To the Christmas doubters or non-believers ... what were the odds of that! I’m talking this is more than dividing the number of students with presents. This was a Christmas miracle! The odds of getting the exact doll, the doll I saw at a department store days before, for my Christmas exchange at school was pretty slim. I will give you that it’s not impossible, but it was improbable.

I know every doubter wants proof. I still have that little doll. I have kept as many toys as I could, because you didn’t get much back then, and I wanted my little girl to get the same joy I did. I was meticulous with keeping my dolls’ clothes and matching their shoes. Of course, my daughter was the opposite. The Barbies would live the life of nudist, but I would dress them after she went to bed and try to brush their hair in an acceptable state. I kept a lot of toys. I loved them all. They were all very special to me.

So, my dear friends, I share this story to remind you that Christmas is the time for miracles, even if that miracle from the mind of a six-year-old girl that just wanted a five-dollar doll in a pink and gold dress.

Many Christmas wishes and happiness for years to come!

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