Books

Books:

The new book by Charrie Hazard, Falling into the Sun, is now available through all major book retailers. Click here to buy now!

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Her neighbor's suicide and her son's increasingly violent outbursts prompt protagonist Kate Nardek to seek family counseling. In her quest to vanquish her son's demons, she must face down her own, forcing her to rethink her beliefs about mental illness, good and evil, death and, finally, her own self-worth.

A compelling, expertly crafted work of personal and philosophical crisis written with intensity and a memoir-like intimacy. Falling into the Sun resonates mystery and reawakening and will unleash a passionate reexamination of everything you know and believe.

-- Anna Di Bella, 2004-2006 President,
The National League of American Pen Women, Inc.

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Footnotes Along the Way
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Collected poems of Helen K. Hazard
1925-2007
AVAILABLE NOW

The ink and watercolor sketch on the cover of Footnotes is by artist Leo Hershfield (1904-1979) and is a rendition of Lark's Landing, the Hazard family home on the Potomac River in Mason's Neck, Virginia. Hershfield and his wife, Mary Emma, were close friends of Helen and Jack Hazard. The Hazards used this sketch as the letterhead of their personal stationery.

This pastel portrait of Helen K. Hazard was done by New England artist Charles Allenbrook (1905-1989). Allenbrook had a summer studio on Bearskin Neck in Rockport, MA, just a few doors down from two ocean-front cottages owned by the Hazard Family. Jack Hazard commissioned the portrait in 1953. Helen was 28 years old at the time.

This poetry collection captures the heart-fracturing pain of death and loss as well as the healing power of love, laughter, friendship and faith.

WINTER RIVER by Helen K. Hazard

Silence
Reigns here
Along the shore
Where September’s ruin
Lies scattered
On December’s
Floor.

The trees
In barren silhouette
Rise aloof
Above the snow,
Winter hushed
And winter shrouded,
Row on
Row . . .

The solemn river
Flows ghostly,
Pewter-gray,
Between shores of
Snow spun filigree
To wend its
Seaward way.

Oh, let me linger here
And learn
How death,
By some mysterious
And triumphal turn,
Yields eternally
To April.

© 2007 HKH

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Excerpts from Footnotes Along the Way

HELPFUL HINTS ~from my mother

In the kitchen,
My mother said,
Don’t leave the dishes
And go to bed.

The grease will harden,
The sink overflow,
It’s always best
To clean as you go.

Excerpts from Footnotes Along the Way

HELPFUL HINTS ~from my mother

In the kitchen, My mother said, Don’t leave the dishes And go to bed.

The grease will harden, The sink overflow, It’s always best To clean as you go.

In the kitchen,
My mother said,
Don’t leave the dishes
And go to bed.

The grease will harden,
The sink overflow,
It’s always best
To clean as you go.