NEXT TO HEAVEN A Novel By Jeanette White The jet descended through a mauve twilight. Across Antigua's northern shore, lights were flickering on one by one. Jane tightened the seat belt, as the pilot announced the final approach. When she reached the hotel, she would call Todd to get the results of the Houston Medical Examiner's autopsy. The plane swooped over a dark bay. A moment later it touched down then taxied to the gate. Jane stood, removed her carryon from the overhead compartment, and slung it from her shoulder. With her hand through the strap, she held her leather purse on top of it, while gripping the railing of the steps with her free hand. She entered the terminal, and almost immediately caught sight of Wally in the sparse crowd. His grim expression as he came toward her warned that he was not there by coincidence. Taking long strides, he closed the distance between them. 'Good evening." He took the bag from her shoulder. 'You have other luggage?" Her eyes wide, Jane searched his face unable to speak. 'No," she answered, finally. Then, 'No," she repeated and shook her head. 'Good." He caught her elbow, and began steering her toward the exit. She stopped, pulling her arm from his grasp. 'Has something happened to mother or Timmy?" 'They are fine." 'How did you find me?" 'Simple deduction." He glanced around, and said, 'Now we need to get out of here. We'll talk over dinner." 'I want to know why you're here." 'Cary asked me to find out what I could about Renaissance Trust." He took her arm once more and they continued toward the doors. 'I spoke to their lawyer this morning, and a thug tailed me after I left his office. I don't think they want anyone looking at them." He rushed her from the building. 'There. Let's get that taxi." He nodded toward a Japanese luxury car at the curb. Jane stared at the gleaming, black sedan. 'That's a taxi?" 'A cabinet minister owns the franchise. To get a license, cabbies have to lease from him." The driver opened the trunk, and placed Jane's carryon inside. After they entered back, he stepped quickly to the front of the car, and slid behind the wheel. Two men sprang from the shadows. One grabbed the driver's door before he could close it. With his other hand, he reached inside and shoved a revolver fitted with a silencer against the driver's temple. Phut The acrid smell of gun smoke filled the car. The gunman shoved the driver's limp body aside and jumped behind the wheel. Meanwhile, his accomplice had forced his way into the back seat, and was pressing a gun into Wally's ribs. The tires squealed as the car sped away from the curb. Jane's screams rose in a high continuous wail. The driver glanced over his shoulder. 'Miguel Shut her up " His accomplice leaned across Wally, and with his free hand slapped Jane hard. The blow landed with a loud crack, and made her head snap back. The sedan barreled eastward. Jane huddled in the corner, making soft, little snubbing sounds, too terrified to mop the warm salty stream trickling from the corner of her mouth. The car turned south and soon was bumping along a dark road running beside a mangrove creek. With furtive, sideways glances, Jane observed Wally's rigid silhouette. The driver slowed, and then turned the car onto a sandy beach. He rolled several yards then stopped near a pier. The driver jumped from the car, and ran to Jane's door. He threw it open. 'Out " He ordered, brandishing the gun. Her knees almost gave way, as Jane stepped trembling from the car. Wally, with the second gunman at his back, slid across the seat to exit by the same door. As he followed Wally, the hoodlum kicked Jane's purse on the floor of the car. Without looking, he reached down and picked it up. The driver began wiping the doors and interior of the sedan with a bandanna from his pocket. The second gunman, a shorter, thicker set man, herded them across the beach and out onto the pier. It was d

Mentoring demonstrably increases the retention of undergraduate and graduate students and is moreover invaluable in shaping and nurturing academic careers. With the increasing diversification of the student body and of faculty ranks, there's a clear need for culturally responsive mentoring across these dimensions. Recognizing the low priority that academia has generally given to extending the practice of mentoring - let alone providing mentoring for Black, indigenous, and people of color (BIPOC) and first generation students - this book offers a proven and holistic model of mentoring practice, developed in the field of psychology, that not only helps mentees navigate their studies and the academy but provides them with an understanding of the systemic and racist barriers they will encounter, validates their cultural roots and contributions, and attends to their personal development. Further recognizing the demands that mentoring places on already busy faculty, the model addresses ways of distributing the work, inviting White and BIPOC faculty to participate, developing mentees' capacities to mentor those that follow them, building a network of mentoring across generations, and adopting group mentoring. Intentionally planned and implemented, the model becomes self-perpetuating, building an intergenerational cadre of mentors who can meet the growing and continuing needs of the BIPOC community. Opening with a review of the salient research on effective mentoring, and chapters that offer minority students' views on what has worked for them, as well as reflections by faculty mentors, the core of the book describes the Freedom Train model developed by the father of Black psychology, Dr. Joseph White, setting out the principles and processes that inform the Multiracial / Multiethnic / Multicultural (M3) Mentoring Model that evolved from it, and offers an example of group mentoring. While addressed principally to faculty interested in undertaking mentoring, and supporting minoritized students and faculty, the book also addresses Deans and Chairs and how they can create Freedom Train communities and networks by changing the cultural climate of their institutions, providing support, and modifying faculty evaluations and rewards that will in turn contribute to student retention as well as creative and productive scholarship and research. This is a timely and inspiring book for anyone in the academy concerned with the success of BIPOC students and invigorating their department's or school's scholarship.

Mentoring demonstrably increases the retention of undergraduate and graduate students and is moreover invaluable in shaping and nurturing academic careers. With the increasing diversification of the student body and of faculty ranks, there's a clear need for culturally responsive mentoring across these dimensions. Recognizing the low priority that academia has generally given to extending the practice of mentoring - let alone providing mentoring for Black, indigenous, and people of color (BIPOC) and first generation students - this book offers a proven and holistic model of mentoring practice, developed in the field of psychology, that not only helps mentees navigate their studies and the academy but provides them with an understanding of the systemic and racist barriers they will encounter, validates their cultural roots and contributions, and attends to their personal development. Further recognizing the demands that mentoring places on already busy faculty, the model addresses ways of distributing the work, inviting White and BIPOC faculty to participate, developing mentees' capacities to mentor those that follow them, building a network of mentoring across generations, and adopting group mentoring. Intentionally planned and implemented, the model becomes self-perpetuating, building an intergenerational cadre of mentors who can meet the growing and continuing needs of the BIPOC community. Opening with a review of the salient research on effective mentoring, and chapters that offer minority students' views on what has worked for them, as well as reflections by faculty mentors, the core of the book describes the Freedom Train model developed by the father of Black psychology, Dr. Joseph White, setting out the principles and processes that inform the Multiracial / Multiethnic / Multicultural (M3) Mentoring Model that evolved from it, and offers an example of group mentoring. While addressed principally to faculty interested in undertaking mentoring, and supporting minoritized students and faculty, the book also addresses Deans and Chairs and how they can create Freedom Train communities and networks by changing the cultural climate of their institutions, providing support, and modifying faculty evaluations and rewards that will in turn contribute to student retention as well as creative and productive scholarship and research. This is a timely and inspiring book for anyone in the academy concerned with the success of BIPOC students and invigorating their department's or school's scholarship.

Dresden Plates, pinwheel blocks and flying geese ... piece like a pro with The Piper's Girls. Starting with the simplest patchwork squares and working your way up to more challenging applique and paper piecing, you'll sew through a cheery, 11-row sampler quilt and 2 bonus projects. Build 27 specific quilting skills such as getting an accurate 1/4" seam, constructing on-point squares and using the 45 degree angle on a ruler. Straightforward how-to photos and full-size patterns are included. Gain confidence and learn new tips along the way, whether you're just a beginner or a more experienced quilter.

The Archivists' New Testament (KJV) is a new arrangement of the New Testament documents according to archival principles. Jeanette White Ford, former archivist with the National Archives, Southwest Branch, has arranged the ancient books into a logical, usable order. By attributing each of the 27 books to one of four early Christian church leaders, Ford divides the New Testament into four sections: (1) the documents of Peter's mission team; (2) the documents of James' team; (3) the documents of Paul's mission team; and (4) the documents of John and his helpers. Within these sections, the books are placed by literary type, then by date whenever possible. "This is not a chronological arrangement," Ford points out. "Instead, this sequencing seeks to place each book into its logical space within the whole. I hope this volume will give new insights to students and scholars of the Bible." Ford is the author of Archival Principles and Practice, McFarland, 1990, and Archives for Churches, Wipf and Stock, 1995.

NEXT TO HEAVEN A Novel By Jeanette White The jet descended through a mauve twilight. Across Antigua's northern shore, lights were flickering on one by one. Jane tightened the seat belt, as the pilot announced the final approach. When she reached the hotel, she would call Todd to get the results of the Houston Medical Examiner's autopsy. The plane swooped over a dark bay. A moment later it touched down then taxied to the gate. Jane stood, removed her carryon from the overhead compartment, and slung it from her shoulder. With her hand through the strap, she held her leather purse on top of it, while gripping the railing of the steps with her free hand. She entered the terminal, and almost immediately caught sight of Wally in the sparse crowd. His grim expression as he came toward her warned that he was not there by coincidence. Taking long strides, he closed the distance between them. 'Good evening." He took the bag from her shoulder. 'You have other luggage?" Her eyes wide, Jane searched his face unable to speak. 'No," she answered, finally. Then, 'No," she repeated and shook her head. 'Good." He caught her elbow, and began steering her toward the exit. She stopped, pulling her arm from his grasp. 'Has something happened to mother or Timmy?" 'They are fine." 'How did you find me?" 'Simple deduction." He glanced around, and said, 'Now we need to get out of here. We'll talk over dinner." 'I want to know why you're here." 'Cary asked me to find out what I could about Renaissance Trust." He took her arm once more and they continued toward the doors. 'I spoke to their lawyer this morning, and a thug tailed me after I left his office. I don't think they want anyone looking at them." He rushed her from the building. 'There. Let's get that taxi." He nodded toward a Japanese luxury car at the curb. Jane stared at the gleaming, black sedan. 'That's a taxi?" 'A cabinet minister owns the franchise. To get a license, cabbies have to lease from him." The driver opened the trunk, and placed Jane's carryon inside. After they entered back, he stepped quickly to the front of the car, and slid behind the wheel. Two men sprang from the shadows. One grabbed the driver's door before he could close it. With his other hand, he reached inside and shoved a revolver fitted with a silencer against the driver's temple. Phut The acrid smell of gun smoke filled the car. The gunman shoved the driver's limp body aside and jumped behind the wheel. Meanwhile, his accomplice had forced his way into the back seat, and was pressing a gun into Wally's ribs. The tires squealed as the car sped away from the curb. Jane's screams rose in a high continuous wail. The driver glanced over his shoulder. 'Miguel Shut her up " His accomplice leaned across Wally, and with his free hand slapped Jane hard. The blow landed with a loud crack, and made her head snap back. The sedan barreled eastward. Jane huddled in the corner, making soft, little snubbing sounds, too terrified to mop the warm salty stream trickling from the corner of her mouth. The car turned south and soon was bumping along a dark road running beside a mangrove creek. With furtive, sideways glances, Jane observed Wally's rigid silhouette. The driver slowed, and then turned the car onto a sandy beach. He rolled several yards then stopped near a pier. The driver jumped from the car, and ran to Jane's door. He threw it open. 'Out " He ordered, brandishing the gun. Her knees almost gave way, as Jane stepped trembling from the car. Wally, with the second gunman at his back, slid across the seat to exit by the same door. As he followed Wally, the hoodlum kicked Jane's purse on the floor of the car. Without looking, he reached down and picked it up. The driver began wiping the doors and interior of the sedan with a bandanna from his pocket. The second gunman, a shorter, thicker set man, herded them across the beach and out onto the pier. It was d