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Memoir

Date Published: September 19, 2023

Publisher: Brass Knuckle Books

 

 

JOHN DEATON’S RAW AND COMPELLING MEMOIR

 

From brass knuckle beatdowns on the schoolyard to showdowns with the SEC on
the national news, every second of Deaton’s life has been a fight for
survival. This book is the raw, wild John Deaton story, straight from the
source. Born in one of the worst neighborhoods in Detroit — the kind
of place the city cordoned off with warning signs and growing up surrounded
by hustlers, addicts, abusers, gang bangers, and the downtrodden, Deaton
became a fighter, with violence becoming second nature.

Deep down however, all he wanted was to escape. Deaton’s escape would
take him to law school, where he starved and battled cancer, while his peers
lived off privilege. He became a marine, an attorney, a millionaire, a
father — but the unexamined trauma from his past haunted and nearly
broke him. This memoir is Deaton’s confession, his exorcism, his
proclamation to fellow survivors: Don’t give up. Our birth is not our
fate. We make our own fate.

 

Food Stamp Warrior is written with the depth of setting found in Hillbilly
Elegy and the razor-sharp, unpretentious voice of Bourdain’s Kitchen
Confidential. In a time of uncertainty and economic instability, Deaton’s
story is one of perseverance, resilience and empowerment.

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PROLOGUE

Opening Statement

 

Looking back, it just doesn’t make much sense. I remember where I started. I know where I’m at now. 

But it’s like looking at two different realities. When I wake up in my home in Rhode Island, smack dab in the middle of suburbia these days, my past could not be further away. 

All the same, it’s still there: the streets, the struggles, and that empty feeling, that yearning hunger that drove me forward through the decades that should have left me dead. How in the world did I make it through? 

That’s the heart of my story: survival itself. 

Maybe you’re my friend or part of my family. You may know me from my law practice. Maybe you know me from my Twitter following. Maybe you don’t know me at all. But know this: 

Everything you’re about to read is the truth of what I’ve lived. From the things I’ve done to the things done to me, it has not been an easy road. 

The nice home, the fancy car, the wonderful kids I now have of my own…my purpose here is to scratch away that surface to show you the raw, real me. 

Ever since I was a young boy, I refused to allow my destiny to be determined by the circumstances surrounding my birth or my upbringing. My destiny would be self-imposed. My parents, guardians, and siblings alike, always seemed drawn back to some destructive force or another. Our circumstances, our personal struggles, our own failings…all these swirled together into the fabric of the environment that surrounded us. I internalized the feeling of this, to the point where it became invisible and inevitable to me. 

But then it became unbearable. So, this is the true story of how I untangled it all and got to where I am today. 

Throughout the process of writing this memoir, I’ve sometimes asked myself: Why? What compels me to dig back through the past? To others who have lived a life like mine, perhaps you know that urge to push it all down, to live in the better days of the present and forget what you wished you didn’t recall in the first place. 

Raw determination is just one half of survival. I tell my story now because I know that a lot of others out in the world also hide from themselves. In the end, there’s no hiding from it. Not forever. Trust me on that one. Self-discovery is not complete without the journey inward. On the other side of self-discovery is where real freedom lies. 

You’ll have to understand my neighborhood, where I’ve come from, and the people who lived there with me. You’ll need to experience all it took to break free from that dead-end place and make a name for myself in this world. You’ll have to feel the same burning desire I felt as I clawed myself into the world of law, and the need I had to create the security and comfort that I never experienced as a child. 

I’ve been many things throughout my life: a son, a brother, a hustler, a victim, a fighter, a cancer patient, a Marine, a lawyer, a husband, a father. So many faces it might seem suspect. I’ve asked myself: Which face is the mask? One of them must be, right? 

Maybe. Maybe not. 

What I know is that I was a street kid first, and it prepared me for everything to come. There were many times when it might have destroyed me too, and either fate or sheer human willpower carried me through.

 Even when I thought I left the hood behind, it followed me. It became a part of me. To success, to money, to fatherhood. Until I accepted my life—all of it—I would never be able to fully live it. What’s the point in surviving then? 

That’s what I decided to tell here. 

First, I will take you through the same gauntlet I walked through every day on the mean streets of Highland Park. It won’t be pretty. It will likely not conform with the way you see the world or your own experiences. All I ask is that you listen, take it in, and understand for many of us out there, my story really isn’t that uncommon. One man’s nightmare is another person’s childhood. 

After that, you’ll experience the steep climb I underwent to escape the gravitational pull of Highland Park and the people who surrounded me there. Love, heartbreak, disease, betrayal—and all of that before I even stepped into my first courtroom. After the trials and tribulations of my young life, I want to show people that survival is possible—no matter the odds. 

Finally, you’ll learn the hard way, just like me, how those who climb the highest can still end up falling just as far. But you can learn from my example and just maybe save yourself by facing that dive head-on while reaching a place you never knew even existed. 

When I reached middle age, I thought I’d seen it all. I wasn’t even close. Surprisingly, though, this last revelation turned out to be the most important lesson I’ve learned. 

This world is much more than it appears, and so is every life lived in it. While this memoir speaks of the only life I’ve known, it touches upon the struggles we all face. Race, poverty, abuse given and self-inflicted alike—these are cycles that repeat everywhere across the globe. 

I think my life shows how these cycles are created—and answers the question of whether they can be broken. Trust me, they can.

 The book that follows is a map of my experiences, good and bad, transcendental and tragic, warts and all. I’ve told it the only way I know how—from my birth ’til now, though not always in that order. 

Love me or hate me, believe it or not—take a seat. Imagine you’re in my courtroom now. Let me lay out my case, show you the evidence, and you can even be the jury too… 

But my fate is my own. So, get ready for the opening statement. 

Welcome to Highland Park: my own personal hell on Earth. Home sweet home.

About the Author

John Deaton,

John Deaton, Managing Partner of the Deaton Law Firm, is well-established
in the legal field. But despite the many achievements throughout his legal
career, including his military service, Deaton is perhaps best known for his
dogged defense on behalf of digital asset holders across the globe. Deaton,
often appearing on national cable news, gained significant notoriety related
to his battle against the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission on behalf
of over 75 thousand retail holders of the digital asset XRP. His efforts in
the case earned him an almost cult-like following within the crypto
community, becoming something of a folklore hero.

Since then, he’s earned a well-deserved reputation as a defender of
the “little guy” and protector of the truth. Deaton was awarded
the ICBLA’s Defender of Freedom Award for his efforts.

His first book, Food Stamp Warrior, is his no-holds-barred memoir. In it,
Deaton reveals the trials of his youth growing up in one of America’s most
underprivileged and violent neighborhoods, his many struggles becoming a
lawyer and a marine, and the trials and tribulations of fatherhood, and
beyond. Food Stamp Warrior is a quintessential American tale, and a tale of
perseverance, determination, and hope.

 

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A Heart Transplant Survivor Story

Memoir

Date Published: December 12, 2023

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

 

Darla Calvet is a thirty-nine-year-old working mom whose life turns upside
down when she is diagnosed with congestive heart failure. Suddenly, fear
threatens her dreams for the future as doctors’ appointments replace
her daily routines and she realizes she may not live to see her daughters
grow up. After dying twice while waiting for a new heart, Darla begins to
understand her own resiliency—her heart may be weak, but her mind
refuses to give up.

My Life in Stitches: A Heart Transplant Survivor Story is a candid, witty
account of one woman’s determination to transform a devastating prognosis
into an inspiring fight for survival. Darla’s story offers insight
into the complex world of medicine with a dose of humor about her challenges
and victories as a heart transplant patient. In this sensitive, thorough,
and informative debut, Calvet brings compassion and gentle wisdom to a
difficult subject in hopes of demystifying the uncertainties that inevitably
accompany long-term, life-threatening medical decisions.

About the Author

Dr. Darla Calvet

A heart transplant survivor, Dr. Darla Calvet won a gold medal for ballroom
dance in the 2022 Transplant Games of America. Currently, she serves as the
vice president of the board of directors for the Southern California
Transplant Games of America team. She is also the CEO of Blue Tiger, Inc., a
strategic planning consultancy. A doctor of education, Calvet holds degrees
from Claremont Graduate University, San Diego State University, and the
University of California, Berkeley. She lives in San Diego, California, with
her husband Pat and their French bulldog Quinn, and she is the proud mom of
two adult daughters, Claire and Annie.

 

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My Unexpected Life Virtual Book Tour

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Finding Balance Beyond My Diagnosis

Memoir

Date Published: September 7, 2023

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

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Jennifer Gasner is seventeen when her dreams are shattered overnight.
Receiving a diagnosis of Friedreich’s Ataxia, a rare genetic
neuromuscular disease, means she must prepare herself for a life of loss.
When she starts college, she can still walk on her own, but as her disease
progresses, she spirals further into sadness, denial, and alienation. She
turns to alcohol and a toxic relationship to distract her from what she
refuses to accept—that her body, her self-esteem, and her hope for her
future are failing.

When Jennifer develops a friendship with rock star Dave Matthews, her
outlook changes. She begins to understand that using a wheelchair
doesn’t mean her life is over. In fact, when she discovers disability
culture, she realizes it’s not her body that needs to be fixed but her
assumptions about being disabled.

In her captivating memoir, My Unexpected Life: Finding Balance Beyond My
Diagnosis
, Jennifer invites you into her world, where she must learn to view
her changing body with compassion and choose gratitude over anger as she
finds strength and acceptance in a whole new way of moving through
life.

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CHAPTER ONE

My palms dripped with anxiety as I lay in a hospital bed in Manitowoc, WI. I was sixteen and my mind raced, thinking of how I got here.

Six weeks ago, I had danced to the video “Buffalo Stance” by Neenah Cherry at my best friend Sonja’s house, worrying about nothing. But then Mom picked me up and I lost my balance walking a few feet to the car.

I didn’t get hurt but had confessed to Mom that walking in particular had been getting difficult. I seemed to sway, stagger, and swerve often. Recently, my handwriting had become sloppy and I dropped things a lot. 

She took me to the pediatrician who sent me to a neurologist. Dr. Bhatt, a graying Indian man in a white coat, had told me an hour ago, he was going to do a spinal tap and I’d have to spend the night.

Now, I dwelled on my fear of needles, which most kids had. The idea of having one stuck into my back terrified me. How long will it take? Will it be a big needle? What if he misses the mark and I end up paralyzed? I imagined a metal sliver sliding through my skin and up my spine and shivered. 

I dreamed of getting up and running away. But I knew I’d prolong whatever was going to happen and I needed to get it over with. The doctor offered to have me postpone the procedure, but waiting three days seemed agonizing. So I chose to do it today.

Three hours later, Dr. Bhatt, strolled in with a female nurse in teal scrubs. She carried a tray covered in a white cloth to conceal the necessary tools of torture. I looked away while tears gushed from my eyes in an instant. My entire body stiffened. 

“I apologize for taking so long to get here,” the white coat said. “Please lie on your right side.”  

As I rolled onto my arm, my blubbering intensified. My body grew hot.  

The nurse came to my side and offered me her arm. “Now, you squeeze as hard as you need to,” she said. 

Mom was a blur now, mumbling something about giving the doctor space and leaving the room. I wanted to protest—she was leaving me alone when I needed her the most.

But I said nothing and gripped the nurse’s forearm. She caressed my hair. Behind me, I sensed the white coat eyeing my low back, and I was grateful I hadn’t seen the needle.

“Okay, Jennifer.” The white coat let out a massive sigh.

My eyes squinted. I reminded myself to breathe.

There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.

The numbing injection came first. A pinch in my back, followed by a stream of heat, signified its arrival. My body tensed, and the tears continued.

“Take a deep breath and let it out,” the white coat said.

I complied, but the exercise didn’t ease my nerves.

“One more nip here, and we’ll be done.”

The sharp bite of the needle made me arch my back and let out a shrill scream. The nurse brushed my hair back with one hand while I dug my nails into her other.

The local anesthesia hadn’t helped. I imagined the screeching of sharp nails on a chalkboard as the needle scraped my lower spine.

The white coat let a colossal sigh escape. I wasn’t sure if the noise was good or bad.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to do it again.”

What? Why?

The scraping scene repeated, and the white coat gave another resounding sigh. Tears soaked my pillow, and I went limp, hoping for it all to end.

“…Again.” The white coat sounded exasperated.

My belly contorted. I wondered whether the white coat had ever done this before. With the third attempt, a maddened shriek bellowed from me.

“Should I stop?” The white coat asked.

What good would it do to prolong this agony? “No. Get it over with.” 

The white coat returned to the task, and two minutes later, he proclaimed, “It’s done.” 

The nurse left my side, and Mom returned to my room. Her face was red and looked as if it had been splattered with water. 

The nurse grappled with the used weapons.

The white coat turned to me. “I will let you know the results in a week. You’ll probably get a headache. We just took a lot of fluid out of your body.”

I said, “Thank you,” remembering my good-girl Lutheran manners through my sobs.

He chuckled as he left and explained that no one had ever thanked him after a spinal tap. That didn’t surprise me.

The white coat and his accomplice exited.

 Mom’s fingers glided through my hair like a comb, and her touch was different from the nurse’s touch—there was love, not just obligation. The tension in my body released a bit.

As badly as I wanted to show Mom I was tough and in control of my emotions the way she expected me to be, I gave up trying stop the flow of water from my eyes. Between sobs, I squeaked out, “Mommy, that hurt.”

About the Author

Jennifer Gasner

Jennifer Gasner received her BA in English from the University of
Wisconsin-Platteville and her MS in recreation from Western Illinois
University. Her work with Independent Living Centers enabled her to learn
about various disability programs throughout the country and ignited her
passion for disability culture. She relocated to San Diego, California, on
her own at the age of twenty-eight.  

As a mentor for What’s Next, a program for youth with disabilities,
and as co-chair of UC San Diego’s Staff Association for staff with
disabilities, Jennifer solidified her role in the San Diego disability
community. In 2020, Jennifer became an ambassador for the Friedreich’s
Ataxia Research Alliance (FARA), raising awareness about Friedreich’s
Ataxia (FA). She participated in Rare Across America, meeting with
legislators to discuss laws affecting more than 25 million Americans living
with one or more rare diseases. 

 Jennifer is a member of the San Diego Memoir Writers Association, and
her writing has been published in Shaking the Tree, volumes 3 and 4. In her
free time, she enjoys yoga, movies, and traveling. She lives with her
boyfriend Gregory and their dog. My Unexpected Life: Finding Balance Beyond
My Diagnosis is her first book.

 

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A Memoir of Disability, Perseverance, and Success

 

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Date Published: June 27, 2023

 

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From being a little girl in a village in China with polio to a tech
executive at Apple, Libo Cao Meyers (
曹力波) has had quite a journey in life—a journey steeped in rich family
legacy and powered by determination, growth, and love. Over the years and
the miles, she’s embraced her differences and has allowed no
one—including herself—to set limitations on what she’s
able to accomplish.

But just because she’s been successful doesn’t mean it’s
been easy. Not by a long shot.

Along the way, Libo has overcome challenges as an immigrant in a new
country, a person with a disability, a mother, and a woman in the
male-dominated world of technology.

In Limp Forward, Libo boldly shares her story—both the hard and the
beautiful—so that you may feel seen, be reminded of your inherent
value, and find the strength you need to face your own challenges in
life.

Every journey is unique, but Libo’s experiences contain insight that
connects us all. Limp Forward is a captivating, unbridled exploration of the
truths that guide us and shows what is possible when we pursue our full
potential.

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I believe that I can lose, but I can’t give in. When I am told “no,” I make my own “yes.”

“No, you won’t be admitted to college and study the major you want. Those are for ‘complete’ talents, and you are disabled with polio.” 

 

So I went to a college and became the first to complete a four-year college in three years, with a graduate school admission.

 

“No, you can’t possibly complete a master’s degree in a field, while pursuing another doctorate degree in a different area at the same time! Nobody has ever done that, and you will fail in both.” 

 

So I limped forward to the opposite side of the globe, earned both a Ph.D. and M.S. degree in two different fields within 4 years, and stood strong on my own in a new country.

 

“No, you can’t participate in sports or be an athlete because of your polio leg!”

 

So I completed a 100-mile bike ride, racing against 50 mph wind for 11.5 hours with the strength of one leg. 

 

“No, you can’t find your dream man to marry. Lower your expectations and settle for what you can get.”

 

So I developed a scientific approach with machine learning models for dating, found the man of my dreams after the 82nd attempt, and married him. . . without lowering any of my expectations. 

 

“No, you can’t excel in Silicon Valley. It’s a man’s world.”

 

So I became a high-tech executive at Apple, and I kept learning, growing, and leaping forward to my next set of goals . . .

About the Author

Libo Cao Meyers

Libo Cao Meyers is a veteran of Silicon Valley’s culture of
innovation, a board member, and a high-tech executive at Apple, where she
helps build products that enrich people’s lives. Libo grew up in a
village in Northern China and was diagnosed with polio as an infant. She did
not let her disability quiet her ambition, immigrating alone to the United
States at twenty-four and simultaneously completing her MS and PhD at Ohio
University in two different engineering fields. From there, she once again
put limitations aside and became an athlete by completing a Century
Ride—a 100-mile bike ride—despite lingering leg complications
from polio. She is proud to be part of the Cao family, which for the last
500 years of its 3000-year history, has kept a family record, each
generation striving for more and contributing to a deeply-rooted legacy. She
lives in California with her husband, Curt, and their two sons. For more,
visit www.libomeyers.com.

 

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The Vision Quest of a Modern Day Explorer

Memoir

Date Published: May 26, 2022

Publisher: MindStir Media

 

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After the unexpected death of his thirty-eight-year-old stepfather,
fourteen-year-old Rick embarks on a five-year journey that begins in the
Midwest’s Edenic Driftless Area canoeing a mysterious wild river in eastern
Iowa.

While embracing the idealism of the 1970s counterculture, he seeks to
discover himself in pursuit of his escapism. Amidst the backdrop of
reconstructing his deconstructed Christian faith, sharing adventures with
friends, his interior conversation gives a glimpse into the author’s inner
growth during these years. If anything kept him moving forward, it was the
delusion of his magical thinking: his imagination and wanting, and the
wandering search through the looking glass of his impressionistic mind,
slicing through glacial meltwaters of northern forests in a canoe and other
evocative childhood memories.

On Colorado’s high chaparral, just as he begins to reconcile his
industrialist roots with his curious artist’s soul, Rick falls in love with
a girl from Sinaloa, Mexico. After high school, he hitchhikes back and forth
across the country, visiting old friends before returning to Mexico to find
the girl. Traveling the back roads of Mexico with new friends, looking down
from the top of an active volcano, and taking a dangerous acid trip at the
edge of Cholula’s Great Pyramid, he comes to see his life’s trajectory
reflected in the struggles of his ancestors and buried in the secrets of
Mexico’s past.

 

Editorial Reviews

 

“A debut recollection of teenage existential angst and travel in the
Age of Aquarius.”

— Kirkus Reviews

 

“A deeply poetic book, far-reaching in its complexity, ‘Mexican
Sunset’ is a fascinating look at the connectedness of peoples, nature, and
their origins. It is unreservedly recommended!”
 

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INTRODUCTION

Where to begin? I had been born and bathed in the sunrise that spread

across an artist colony on the Florida coast like an impressionist painting.

The first soil I touched was sandy. My childhood memories were the

smell of salt air, exploring undeveloped places, launching out into the Gulf Stream

with my father in a homemade boat, hot chocolate, and predawn fishing off a pier

as the sun broke along the horizon.

My first pet was an alligator, then a stray dog. Then the dog was gone.

Run over by a car. Then the alligator escaped, and my neighbor’s character “Al

Alligator” helped bring the Florida alligator back from extinction. In his eighties,

Pat was my best friend, a political cartoonist, and environmental activist. My

childhood was boats, beaches, and planes, and while I searched for my identity in

these, their sum was something less than the trajectory of my soul. Then, a friend

was hit by a train, and everything changed.

But there was a little more backstory. It seemed important: I was born to a

beautiful artistic mother in her early twenties, the daughter of a Chicago meatpacking

family, and the man she met on the beach at spring break. He had been

compelling enough for her to break off an engagement in their rush to marry. They

had only known each other for a few weeks.

After six years and four kids, she threw in the towel. His insanity had broken

through his charming crew cut, ukulele serenades, and that big Buffalo industrialist

pedigree. So, we moved to an affluent Chicago suburb to be close to my

mother’s family, where my mind focused on almost anything except the present,

on to the next thing before the work at hand was complete. I was a seeker of what I wasn’t sure, if it wasn’t for hope. Preoccupied with the past and the future and

the woods. And I was a weaver of delusions.

But that wasn’t the opening… Then I had it, the story began with a loss: At

fourteen, I came to a place of doubt, my trust in God ironically shattered by death.

And this wasn’t the first time I’d found myself stuck in a dark hole. The question

wasn’t how I would find my way out (I had strategies for that), but why the losses

kept piling up just as I was trying to become my own person?

In the midst of the counterculture of the seventies, my five-year vision quest

spanned the continent of North America; fueled by escapism and drawn by the

magnificence of the mountains and the lakes and rivers where I found individualism,

independence, and confidence. The problem was how to infuse those feelings

with survival in the sophisticated world.

About the Author

Rick Jebb

Rick Jebb is a neuro divergent author who writes about adaptation:
multigenerational influence, the power of community, art and nature. He has
been called an “artist trapped in a businessman’s body,”
and has striven to transverse the realms of ecology, geography, history,
literature, fine art, neuroscience, religion and business.

His life often focused on the question: how to go-on when you want to quit?
He deals with death, depression, mental illness and love.

Rick’s literary influences include: Herman Hesse, Anthony Doerr,
Barry Lopez, Fredrick Buechner, Phillip Yancey, Christian Wiman, William
Kent Krueger, John McFee, Ray Bradbury, H.G. Wells, Frank Herbert, Ralph
Emerson, Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, and Emily Dickinson.

An avid world traveler, and wilderness camper, since the age of twelve, he
has led numerous canoe and hiking trips ranging from three to twenty days.
As a canoeist and white water paddler, from age eleven through thirty, Rick
paddled over 2,000 miles on lakes and rivers mostly throughout Ontario,
Canada. He has run numerous white water rivers, and hiked mountain trails
throughout the eastern United States.

He has been seriously writing since 2010, with seven essays published in
The Boundary Waters Journal, Fathom, and Ekstasis magazines since
2019.

 

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