Broken Rungs Yet I Climbed is a riveting narrative of the author’s struggle to make sense of, survive, and thrive the harsh realities of a life that appeared doomed from inception. A life overshadowed by abuse, poverty, and grief. Dr. Patton takes her readers on an adventurous journey through several emotionally traumatizing episodes before finally arriving at her divinely appointed destination. She illustrates the power of adversities to propel one into their destiny; and reveals how a life of faith in God guided her to a place of peace, hope, and healing.

A collection of minimalist poetry that explores the hustle of the Canadian urban business world and the frustration and futility of chasing a dream of success that might not exist in the current capitalist society. Even in Canada, we have been sold the idea of the American dream, by generations that could afford houses, cars, vacations homes, and big families on single incomes, without going into massive amounts of debt or require higher education. This is no longer the reality, yet we push for it. Concealing all our cracks under our suits, makeup, and accessories; hoping we can hold it together long enough to get a taste of that dream. This collection is completely relevant and relatable to any poetry lover and anyone working in a corporate environment.

Preface For years, I have worked to establish a professional legacy that illustrates who I am at my core. I work extremely hard and at times, I play even harder. Over my many years as a public servant and a successful entrepreneur/consultant, I have experienced success that often leaves many people in awe - especially when they hear the back story. Yes, I have been acclaimed in my career field and praised for my efficiency. Some have even labeled me a "subject matter expert." I've helped countless others achieve remarkable success via my brain children (which brings me great pride) However, aside from all of that, I am much more than my resume'. I am a success story, to say the least, and I am honored to have this moment to freely share my life with you; and while I have not quite made it to the top, I am still Climbing the Ladder on Broken Rungs.

A collection of minimalist poetry that explores the hustle of the Canadian urban business world and the frustration and futility of chasing a dream of success that might not exist in the current capitalist society. Even in Canada, we have been sold the idea of the American dream, by generations that could afford houses, cars, vacations homes, and big families on single incomes, without going into massive amounts of debt or require higher education. This is no longer the reality, yet we push for it. Concealing all our cracks under our suits, makeup, and accessories; hoping we can hold it together long enough to get a taste of that dream. This collection is completely relevant and relatable to any poetry lover and anyone working in a corporate environment.

When Reuben discovers an old pocket watch, he soon realizes it holds an incredible power: it can turn you invisible for fifteen minutes. And the watch's power is even more extraordinary than he knows. Soon, he's on the run from a despot determined to possess it for himself ...

"Ben. Franklin, Sol. Smith and Horace Greeley have written of themselves and their times. So have Argo, Lamartine, and many others. Abler men than I, no doubt; but because Jupiter is a great planet, do we say the little star shall not twinkle? And why, then, may not I write modestly of myself and times? As it would make the book too big for any writer to tell all the truth about himself, I need not tell distasteful things. It is therefore a safe business to write a memoir, as anything one would rather not tell can be left out; and if I think of any dubious things in my own life, I can pass them over. Great slices of the actual life of any man must be thrown aside, whether he or another tells the tale; but if the reader hankers after the untold, thinking it might be savory with peccadillos or the like, let him imagine the void filled with his own shortcomings, and he need not care to feast on those of men no better than himself."--Page [1].