Sunday, March 6, 2022

Go Brandon, No Not That Brandon, the Other One, Brandon Sanderson

They ceaselessly trashed Robert Stanek’s books and career for being self-published, now some of same helped Brandon Sanderson raise $20M to self-publish. The irony is not lost on me, nor is the fact that Brandon Sanderson is being praised for operating his own publishing company while some of the same spent years not only trashing Stanek’s career but also ensuring his publishing company couldn’t compete in the marketplace. The two-decades of background on all this abounds here, on and on Stanek’s sites, go read it.

Stanek and his family (for those who have a conscience, these
are the people whose lives you destroyed)

How dangerous Robert Stanek's ideas must have been, how perilous Robert Stanek's stories to their egos, to have now spent two decades stomping them into the ground. Robert Stanek has said all along they were being paid to do the deeds, and indeed they have been for the past two decades. I guess they believe the deed is done now so they can openly show their true colors. To that we say not so fast, we haven’t forgotten who you are, nor will we, nor will anyone we know. We know who you are and what you’ve done.

And meanwhile, the world of Ruin Mist is not going anywhere. The books remain in print. Readers can continue to enjoy them in editions for adults and children. Kids and teens start with The Kingdoms & The Elves of the Reaches 1 - 4 and then continue on to In the Service of Dragons 1 - 4. Afterward, read Breathe of Fire and Living Fire, the prequels, and The Dragon, The Wizard and The Great Door.

Adults, read Keeper Martin's Tale, Kingdom Alliance, Fields of Honor and Mark of the Dragon. Next, read Dragons of the Hundred Worlds, the prequel to the Ruin Mist Chronicles, and then Guardians of the Dragon Realms.

The graphic novel, A Daughter of Kings, answers many of the behind the scenes questions, as do the companion books, Illustrated Encyclopedia of Ruin Mist, Keeper Martin’s Guide to the Fantastical Beasts and Faerie Peoples of Ruin Mist, The Art of Ruin Mist: Heroes & Villains.

Read the Ruin Mist books if only because these people are so desperate for you not to that they’ve spent TWENTY YEARS and MILLIONS tearing down one of the great writers of our time. If not for you, fine, move on… If you love them though, like we do, tell the world about them and piss off those who think they can do whatever they want to whoever they want without consequences.

Emily, Cathy, Shannon


This post is not about anything Brandon Sanderson has done personally. It is, however, about what those in his orbit have done. Cathy and I are readers of Mr. Sanderson's books. - Emily

Saturday, July 10, 2021

A Tribute to My Dad: William Robert Stanek

MAKE SOME NOISE TO SUPPORT MY DAD, William Stanek, and his many works of nonfiction and fiction! As some know, he retired from writing some years ago due to health and he needs to see your support, dear readers, to gather up the strength to return to the writing craft--and the books that have enriched and enlightened the lives of millions. Back when my dad was writing for Microsoft, many readers know I was a frequent contributor and also one of many who performed technical review of his work to ensure the books were as good technically as they could be. Beginning in 2015 or thereabouts, my dad made my contributor and co-author status official with cover credits, for which I am eternally grateful. As a contributor and co-author on some of his works for more than a decade now, I’ve had a front row seat to see him in action and was always awed by how he could understand the most complex subjects almost immediately upon reading them.

My dad’s the only person I know who could sit down and read a few thousand pages of whitepapers and other technical documentation and not only come away with a complete understanding of everything he read but also be able to fully implement the technologies he read about as if he’d been working with them all his life. My dad said that was a skill he learned from when he worked in Intelligence in the military and had to remember massive amounts of information to do his everyday work. Skills even the military seemed to recognize when they put him as a low-ranking serviceman in charge of the lines worked by those who many more stripes on their sleeves than him. His encyclopedic knowledge of all things Windows and Windows Server related is mind-boggling, and I honestly could never keep up. :)

My dad is the type of person who would sit down and read the current version of the ACPI specification (which usually runs over 1000 pages), and then remember all the relevant details and important updates when he wrote about it in his books days or weeks later. I guess you could call him a geek’s geek, except he’s not exactly a geek at all. You know what I mean if you’ve seen a picture of him from his glory days. If not, suffice to say he was built like an oak tree.

Growing up my dad was always there for my siblings and I, even if he was in the middle of a 20-hour work day, which he often was, as he often worked 7 days a week, 100+ hours a week, to keep up with the wild delivery schedules Microsoft required. Even so, every, single day, he made it a point that we as family ate our meals together. Breakfast and dinner at the least, and lunch if we were home from school. Every, single day, he greeted us at the door when we came home from school and at night he was there to tuck us in and read us stories. That’s a real dad, a superhero. I don’t know how he did it for all those years, because now that I’m working full-time myself, I find a regular 40-hour week to be exhausting in and of itself.

I would like to be able to keep working with my dad on future books, and I hope you, dear readers, want to keep reading his books. If so, please raise your voice and let your support be known!




While this is a bit late, I meant to post this on Father’s Day. Happy Father's Day!

Monday, March 29, 2021

Down on Klickitat Street with Beverly Cleary

Frequent visitors to Carmel and Monterey Bay years ago, my mom, dad and us kids knew Beverly Cleary in a way some locals may have, as that “nice old book lady.” Sometimes we’d exchange pleasantries. Sometimes we’d have a little chat. Other times, just a wave. I never really thought much about who my parents were chatting with or waving to. In my dad and mom’s world, him as the author of many books and her as a publisher for many years, it was just normal, usual, to meet “interesting people” as my dad called Beverly.

Beverly might have taken such an interest in us kids because as she said we reminded her of characters in her books. The age difference between myself and my siblings, similar to that of Beatrice and Ramona. "You are so welcome to borrow it for, like, ten years," Beverly told my younger sister once, regarding a pen she wanted to borrow to write something down in a notebook. Another time, she whispered over a sweet treat, “The first bite tastes best.” I didn’t realize they were quotes from her books, but I do now. 


When they were little, Beverly Cleary called my sisters princesses and would always ask my mom “Are they twins?” Her face would light with delight or maybe mischief because she knew the answer by then surely. My sisters weren’t twins, even though my mom dressed them alike. Something about “Every princess needing a little sparkle” invariably came up and there’d be something to sparkle about. My sisters being dressed alike, perhaps reminded Beverly Clearly of her twins, Malcom and Marianne.

My sisters were huge Buster and Lass fans. One or the other, always carrying around one of my dad’s homemade books about the little honey bee and his lady bug friend. Often, fighting over who got to hold onto whatever book they had. Sapphire would usually win and Jasmine would usually suffer the public defeat with tears. Perhaps that was what caught Beverly Cleary’s eye and endeared us to her. I don’t know what it was for sure, but I do know Beverly thought Buster was a “hoot” and said as much, enjoying the gentle humor of the books as much as my sisters did.

Beverly was particularly smitten with my dad’s illustrations. More than once, she told him, “Keep at it young man,” and my dad did eventually go on to publish all 100 of the Bugville books that us kids knew and loved. I think my dad might have given her a small watercolor on canvas of “Super Buster.” Super Buster being something Beverly enjoyed the thought of tremendously and said as much. She seemed very insightful, chatty sometimes, at times, especially about something she was passionate about. Books being one. Twins being another. Siblings too, I guess.

Beverly seemed to connect with elements in my dad’s books and vice versa. Social issues. School bullies. Family struggles. Relationships between siblings. New siblings in the family. Growing up middle class. Learning disabilities. Reading troubles. Like Lass in my dad's books, Beverly herself had trouble reading when she was young.

My family lived in Oregon off and on in the 90’s and 2000’s, so perhaps that too was part of it. McMinnville where Beverly is from being about half way between Salem and Portland. We lived in Eugene/Springfield and Portland. Carmel and Monterey where Beverly lived most of her life is near Presidio of Monterey and the Defense Language Institute. My dad being a graduate of the Defense Language Institute in the ‘80s.

Beverly had an interesting life, lived well. She was a fun lady, with an intelligent sense of humor. I can only hope to achieve a tiny fraction as much in my own work and writing with my father.


Monday, September 21, 2020

Justice Department Identifies Ten Amazon Staff Accepting Bribes, Writing Fake Negative Reviews, Targeting Products for Take Downs

When the malicious targeting of my books stopped suddenly, I thought someone must have finally caught the Amazon insiders responsible, and someone had, the Justice Department. A grand jury in Washington indicted six of those involved in a $100M fraud scheme, involving at least 10 Amazon staff who were being bribed. In exchange for bribes, corrupted Amazon staff facilitated attacks against competitors of those paying the bribes, using their inside access to Amazon's network to suspend competitors' accounts and product listings, remove favorable reviews and commentary, write fictitious negative product reviews designed to hurt sales, post spurious comments to intimidate victims and drive away customers, and much more.

Department of Justice U.S. Attorney's Office Western District of Washington issued a press release on September 18, 2020 naming the individuals who had been indicted. EPHRAIM ROSENBERG, 45, of Brooklyn, New York; JOSEPH NILSEN, 31, and KRISTEN LECCESE, 32, of New York, New York; HADIS NUHANOVIC, 30, of Acworth, Georgia; ROHIT KADIMISETTY, 27, of Northridge, California; and NISHAD KUNJU, 31, of Hyderabad, India, who are charged with conspiracy to use a communication facility to commit commercial bribery, conspiracy to access a protected computer without authorization, conspiracy to commit wire fraud, and wire fraud.

The names of the Amazon employees being bribed haven't been released yet. The defendants will make their initial appearances in U.S. District Court in Seattle on October 15, 2020. The case is being investigated by the FBI, the IRS-Criminal Investigations, and the Department of Justice Office of International Affairs. The Grand Jury Charges are detailed in a 38-page indictment:

Being on the receiving end of these self-styled "takedowns" for two decades, I recognized every tactic outlined by the prosecution in the charging document. These are the very tactics my competitors had been using to target my books on Amazon with the assistance of Amazon insiders, and as I've been blogging about just as long. My posts about the same are here:

Speaking Out About Ugliness in the Publishing Industry

Unethical Competitors

Authors who Trash Competitors

Authors who are Trolls

Speaking out About Haters

The Internet Isn't the New West

My original blog at has posts about the same that go back to 2003:

For years now, my every complaint about the targeting of my books was answered with retaliation, whether I wrote Amazon support or the Amazon executive team, and I finally have the definitive answer as to why. 

Despite these indictments Amazon is and remains the most corrupt marketplace on Earth, and this corruption goes from the bottom to the very top of the company, as evidenced by what has happened to my books for the past twenty years whenever I filed official complaints. Hundreds of billions of dollars of commerce flow through Amazon every year, and I'm certain many more former and current Amazon staff will be identified as part of similar schemes.

Thanks for reading, I’m William Robert Stanek, Microsoft’s #1 author for nearly 20 years, and author of over 250 topselling books.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Connecting with My Friend Walter Dean Myers, Talking Dysfunction & Diversity in America

The first time I met, Walter, aka Walter Dean Myers, we connected, and this led to an odd friendship of a sorts. The thing that bonded us was our similar childhoods, though decades apart. Walter was born in August 1937, my mamma was born in April 1937. Walter lost his mother when he was 2, and my mamma and her sister Dolores lost their daddy even earlier. Walter was given to Florence and Herbert Dean after his mother’s death, my mother, her sister and her mamma moved in with their gramma who raised them for the next few years until their mamma married again.

Walter saw me and knew who I was the moment he laid eyes upon me, never asked why I had a copy of Hoops in my hand. He just understood. As a child, I grew up in a predominantly black neighborhood in Racine, Wisconsin, which I write about here. It was rough and tumble, which I also write about, and that was something Walter understood too as he and I both had to use our fists to defend ourselves at an early age.

His family became dysfunctional with alcohol and grief when his uncle was killed, mine when my step-father and sister died because of an explosion. The library and its books became my refuge, as books were a refuge and a solace for Walter.

Reading pushed us both to discover new worlds. For me, the classics. Treasure Island. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Robinson Crusoe. The Time Machine. The Invisible Man. Journey to the Center of the Earth. The Last of the Mohicans. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Around the World in Eighty Days. A Christmas Carol. Frankenstein. Dracula. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. The Lost World. And on and on.

Though never an apt pupil, Walter wrote well in high school and his English teacher recognized this, encouraging him to never stop writing no matter what happened to him. My English teacher in the 4th grade recognized my writing skill and encouraged me to write for and edit the school newspaper, as did my Uncle Wally and both of whom told me to never stop writing, never stop challenging myself.

Walter dropped out of high school and joined the army at 17. I joined the air force at 17 after finishing high school because I was homeless and had no other options.

Walter was one of the most prolific writers, with more than 110 books to his credit, and is the recipient of a lifetime achievement award in writing for young adults, as well as many other awards. I also became one of the most prolific writers, with more than 250 books to my credit and counting, and have been nominated several times for lifetime achievement awards in writing.

After Walter passed away in 2014, I blogged about one of his last essays decrying a lack of diversity in writing, saying that diversity existed in writing it just wasn’t always plain to see. Diversity in my books has led to controversy. I haven’t let controversy change my views or my writing, nor have I kowtowed to White publishing, nor to the conscientious objectors who worship at the altar of George RR Martin and abhor veterans.

How odd that even after decades and decades, books must still be thought of as white or black, or for whites or for blacks. It was, after all, an interracial award for children’s books that put my friend Walter Dean Myers in the spotlight in 1969. I’ve written much about division lately in my social justice essays. We humans excel at putting up fences, we just don’t know how to take them down.

This is Not the Time to Stand By and Not Say Anything - We all see the world as we want to see it and we don't always see what's right in front of our eyes.

No ‘Johnny Come Lately’ – These Systemic Problems are Ours to Solve & Resolve - I’m not speaking out ‘just now’ or because it’s convenient, I’ve been speaking out my whole life.

Denying the Brutal History of Asians in Our America is theHeight of Ignorance and Stupidity -Outraged after reading an anti-Asian article today in the national press.

It's Not About White vs Black, Cop vs Non-Cop - When Dr. Bernice King, daughter of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr, said on Good Morning America June 3, 2020, 'Black Lives Matter, All Lives Matter,' she stunned Robin Roberts.

Peace Officers, Community Counselors & Police Refocusing Needed - The police forces in our country have tried to do too much. Police try to be mental health counselors, drug and alcohol counselors, marriage counselors, victim’s advocates. They try to...

Hearing and Really Listening. Ending injustice meanslistening to all people. - One of the most powerful black voices I heard, listened to and shared about on Blackout Tuesday was that of Ben O’Keefe, former senior aide to Sen. Elizabeth Warren.

Racism in America. Poverty in America. Working-Class America - Many who read my posts may judge me as a privileged, white male. You don’t know me. I was born and raised in the metro area between Milwaukee and Chicago.

End Injustice in America. Injustice Affects All - Outraged this morning as yet again peaceful protests are marred by those conducting violence for the sake of violence. Police departments, first responders and private businesses are not the enemy. Silence is the enemy.

Thanks for reading, I’m William Robert Stanek, Microsoft’s #1 author for nearly 20 years, and author of over 250 topselling books.

Sunday, August 16, 2020

Celebrating Wallace Stegner, My Forefather, the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award Winner

Uncle Wallace, as I knew Wallace Stegner, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1972, the National Book Award in 1977, but on an ethical basis refused a National Medal from the NEA in 1988. My forefather was like that, always working against the grain, and in that we share common ground. Looking back, in fact, it’s remarkable how much common ground we share in our decades-long careers as writers and in our everyday lives.

Wallace Stegner was a tall man both in stature and legend. I have the tall part down pat. Like my wife of 31 years, his wife of 52 years, Mary, was short, rising only to his shoulder, and as instrumental to his work as the air he breathed. Uncle Wallace was an adopted son of Utah, as I am of Wisconsin. Our home states are where we grew up and what we think of as home even though as adults we chose to live elsewhere. I split my time between Washington and Hawaii when I can, just as Uncle Wallace travelled between homes in California and Vermont.

He and I had hard-scrabble childhoods. We were moved about by our parents, to the countryside in our youth. We experienced the worst of poverty, the failings of our parents. We learned early that you didn't complain, that you must keep a stiff upper lip, and that you never abandoned anything you started. He and I fell in love with the West, each in our own way. All of these things influenced our lives and make our writing unique.

Uncle Wallace schooled me regularly against succumbing to the trend du jour of headquarters, aka the American publishing houses in the east. I was to write whatever the hell I wanted, theme du jour be damned. Writing our way came with a heavy cost; we paid heavy penalties for being out of step with the literary establishment. He was impatient with my early writing, always wanting it to be more staid and literary. Once he understood that I saw writing as a challenge to the soundness of my character, as he did, he embraced it heartily. Although my work was eventually published and/or distributed by nearly every major American publisher, I still did it my way and bent the publishing world to my will just as he did—and when headquarters wouldn’t bend enough I went independent just as Uncle Wallace told me I should do when it was time.

Credited as the co-creator of the modern creative writing industry, having taught writing first at Iowa, Harvard and Wisconsin, and then at Stanford, where he built the prestigious program, Uncle Wallace blazed trails by teaching young people to write literature. As a respected and skilled teacher myself, I gave instruction on new technologies and am credited with transforming the computer writing industry with my plain language style. A style that Microsoft eventually adopted for its own, having been unable to bend me to its will to write in Microsoftese, that unknowable language only Microsoft itself truly ever understood. Millions of training courses taught by Microsoft and others used my words as their foundations.

Uncle Wallace wrote short stories, fiction and nonfiction. His more than 30 full-length works include 13 novels, with the Pulitzer Prize winning “Angle of Repose” and the National Book Award winning “The Spectator Bird” being among his best known works. His eight works of nonfiction include an autobiography, a biography and a book on teaching creative writing. Wallace Stegner believed steadfastly in the American West and in later years in its preservation, which he wrote about in essays and several collections. Thanks to his words and encouragement, conservation and the environment are constant themes in my own work as well and especially in my Bugville Critters books.

Most of Uncle Wallace’s correspondence from his long, storied writing career, both personal and professional, was kept and curated by his wife, Mary, and is now shared by the Special Collections Library at the University of Utah. But I know personally that the collection doesn’t contain all of his correspondence. Uncle Wallace threw a long shadow over my life and career. He’s a reason I became an editor and columnist for the school newspaper in the 4th grade and never stopped writing afterward. I wrote to challenge myself and prove my character every day, just as he did. 

He challenged me to succeed on my own, on the merits of my work, and I did. I signed my first contract and broke into publishing on my own in 1995 writing nonfiction, nearly 2 years to the day after Uncle Wallace passed away, having written many original works of fiction that garnered his approval but were as yet unpublished. He told me to never lose the writer’s voice I’d found and encouraged me to always keep challenging myself, to prove my character through my writing, to write more about my life and experiences, and to most especially continue my crusade against the literary establishment. This was at odds with the way his son, Page, wrote. Page was an academic at heart and a historian, who also taught creative writing for many years, but mostly published scholarly works.

My forefather Wallace Stegner told me winning the Pulitzer was impressive but it didn’t really help sell his books or pay his bills, nor did the National Book Award, nor the three O’Henry awards, nor the two Guggenheim fellowships. It wasn’t that he didn’t like fame, hobnobbing with the elite, or his charmed life. He appreciated the accolades bestowed upon him, but it all became a distraction from his writing. His works in his lifetime sold hundreds of thousands of copies, they did not sell millions. Because of this, he often took on projects for the money, which is something he told me not to be afraid to do. The craft of writing is about the writing. Professional writing is work. Professional writers write to pay the bills and pay the bills I did as I wrote for major publishers across several decades.

I never wanted Uncle Wallace’s academic career, awards or social calendar. Sure I’ve taught in colleges, hobnobbed with royalty, met and dined with presidents and generals, been paid thousands to speak to captains of industry, but I’ve always preferred the simple life, regular folk and the quiet comfort that comes from routine. The simple routine of putting words to paper is my routine, and that’s something Uncle Wallace would have appreciated as he always wanted to do more writing and less hobnobbing.

The name Wallace Stegner never became a household name in his lifetime. Nor has he become a literary celebrity, despite three biographies written about his life and career. He is thought of as a great but uncelebrated writer. He was okay with that and with what he’d achieved, just as I am okay with what I’ve achieved. Over the past 35 years, I’ve written hundreds of original works and they’ve been translated into 57 languages and counting. I’ll take millions of copies sold over fame and celebrity any day.

Traveling in France some years ago, I couldn’t help but smile and remember Uncle Wallace when a Parisian acquaintance told me that the American west was all cowboys riding the range and how the cowboy hat and boots he was wearing were just like the ones the real American cowboys wore. Uncle Wallace would have understood the irony in that statement because he rejected these superficial aspects of Western mythos, telling me more than once that the idea of the cowboy alone on the range was completely false. The West wasn’t about rugged, self-reliant individuals, it was about people coming together and cooperating to accomplish much more than they could alone.

Thanks for reading, I’m William Robert Stanek, Microsoft’s #1 author for nearly 20 years, and author of over 250 topselling books.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Stand in Solidarity, Raise Your Voices Not Your Fists for Our America

Regardless of whether you are for or against the demonstrations happening across our America, it's time to listen to the voices of the protestors. "People are out here for multiple reasons in addition to sending a message about Black Lives Matter. It's about making sure that we have protected our right to protest and engage in free speech... It’s about [many other things as well]…" Portland demonstrator, via The Guardian. Federal troops should not be used indiscriminately against our citizens and certainly not with snatch and grab arrests.

Police brutality and injustice affects every race, creed and ideology, but there aren’t many good resources available to track this and this is on purpose because our government does not want us to know. However, one resource that tracked deaths in police custody from 2003 - 2009 found 4,813 persons had died during or shortly after law enforcement personnel attempted to arrest or restrain them. With "homicides by state and local law enforcement officers being the leading cause of such deaths," accounting for 2,931 (60.9%) of such deaths. Of reported persons who died during the process of arrest, they represented all people. 95 percent were male; 5 percent were female. About 42 percent were white; about 32 percent were black; about 20 percent were Latino; about 6 percent were Asian or other.

Ready answers for the change our America needs are already out there. CAHOOTS is one of them and it provides an excellent model for the future of policing in America. First implemented in Eugene Oregon, where I lived years ago, CAHOOTS (Crisis Assistance Helping Out on the Streets), is a program that reroutes 911 and non-emergency calls relating to mental health, substance use or homelessness to a team of medics and crisis-care workers. These special teams respond to such calls instead of, and not alongside, police. This highly successful program has been in place for OVER THIRTY YEARS. In Eugene, CAHOOTS handles approximately 24,000 calls a year, which is about 17% of all police calls and has proven over and over and over that it is a boon to police, not a detriment. CAHOOTS does this by allowing police to focus on combatting crime and allowing community programs to handle mental health, substance use and homelessness issues.

Programs modeled after CAHOOTS have been successfully implemented in Olympia, Washington where I've lived for that past 25 years, and in Oakland California. New York City wants to implement a similar pilot program for two precincts in which EMTs and crisis counselors would respond to mental-health calls instead of police. But the time for pilot programs and baby steps is past. Our America needs action. Our America needs commitment to change. It’s time to rethink policing. A police response is not the kind of response needed when people are having a mental health, substance use or homeless crisis.

The police in our America have tried to do too much, gone far beyond their area of true expertise, which is fighting crime. Police departments have grown too big and consume too much public funds. Police try to be mental health counselors, drug and alcohol counselors, marriage counselors, victim’s advocates. They try to police schools, enforce traffic laws, ensure public safety and on and on. With all this is there any wonder why there is dysfunction? Why police can’t adequately fight crime in big cities? Why police are failing us?

For those who believe the police are the enemy, I ask you to consider that the police themselves must be part of any solution developed. We need our men and women in blue, but we need them focused on fighting crime. A police force focused on crime might finally be able to succeed. It’s a warzone in many cities across our America. In 2019, nearly 15,000 people were the victim of homicide or accidental shooting. There also were 409 mass shootings and 30 mass murders.

For police who believe we, the people, are the enemy, I ask you to consider that criminals commit crime, demonstration in itself is not crime, speaking up is not crime, asking for and expecting sincere change is not crime. Police should be stepping up and helping us bring about change, not beating we, the people, down with batons and tear gas. I ask you to consider how you would act if your mother, father, sister, brother, or children were out there demonstrating. Would you beat them down? Would you tear gas them? Would you betray their right to demonstration?

For those destroying our America as part of protest, I see your pain, I hear your anger, I understand, but I ask you to consider tomorrow. Your tomorrow, our tomorrow. The tomorrow of your brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers. The tomorrow of your children and their children. Our words and our unity through these challenging times can do so much more than our anger, than our outrage. Develop a message, develop your message. Raise your voice, not your fists. Win hearts and minds by telling us with your words and your unity what you think and what you feel. Help us fight for change and justice by telling us about the change you want to see and representing this change. Help us define our tomorrow for our America.

For the moms and the veterans out there on the frontlines helping to defend our right to demonstrate, our right to free speech, I say thank you. I am with you in spirit, if not in self. We are America, we are democracy. Totalitarianism has no place in our America.

Thanks for reading, I’m William Robert Stanek, Microsoft’s #1 author for nearly 20 years, and author of over 250 topselling books.