Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

September 11, 2006

Today’s announcements

Today 5 years ago, the unbelievable happened.  America was attacked by terrorists and the world has never been the same since.  Please say a little prayer, for America, her leaders, her people and the family of those who were lost on that infamous day.

Now onto the good stuff!

Today’s Queue Stories

~**~**~

A short visit with you:  

Ellie Braun-Haley Spending more than four years researching a book was a gift to me. My husband handled the finances and I could just focus on the research. Unusual, exciting and heartwarming events were sprinkled throughout the time spent on the book. I wanted to share one of those times with you.
AND yes please share this story if you know of someone it may help.
THIS IS ABOUT THE POWER OF PRAYER.

Ask, HE Will Come

Ellie Braun-Haley
shaley@telusplanet.net

In the course of writing the book, “A Little Door, A Little Light,” I made a habit of tape recording the interviewee’s story. From the beginning, I knew God was orchestrating the undertaking, and, I tried to be intuitive and sensitive to His subtle messages.

A new habit I adopted during this process was praying for God’s guidance before each interview. When I asked, He was there offering guidance throughout the harvest of true and often sensitive personal encounters with angels, visions, and other reflections of heavenly interventions. These were stories not usually spoken of outside their family circles, yet they were magnificent and all chronicled life after death encounters. Because the actual collection of stories was so wondrous I didn’t want the process to ever end!

One particular day however, I remember being behind schedule and feeling hurried as each passing minute ticked away. Of all the lessons I had learned, I forgot the most important, my daily prayer asking for God’s direction. As I was soon to find out, my inattention was about to backfire, in a big way!

I could feel my excitement brewing as I arrived at a schoolteacher’s home. This was our first meeting together, though we had spoken earlier by phone at which time she recounted her story. Silently, I was hoping for a good session as she greeted me and guided me into the sitting room. She seemed gracious enough as I sat and prepared my tape recorder to receive her spoken anecdote. However, just as I was prepared to begin she sat back in her chair, her smile disappeared, her arms folded, and in a skeptical voice she said, “Okay what exactly you plan on doing with this story?"

I thought, “This is strange behavior! “What shall I do? She knows her stories will be in my book.” Then, the answer to my query hit me like a ton of bricks! “Prayer, it is all about prayer, or the lack thereof, in my case. It has powerful outcomes. It can open, or close, many doors. My door to God was obviously partially closed today because I neglected to ask for His help in prayer.” I was ashamed, even though I knew the Heavenly Father was just giving me a lesson in humility. Regardless, my mind was searching for a solution to my dilemma, “How shall I proceed?”

To break the ice, so to speak, I started telling the teacher a personal story about my son, Jason. I spoke of his life, those 17 wonderful years together, and then the horror of his death. I intertwined my story of Jason’s life, and the time he spoke to me three months after his death. Every word I spoke was like reliving the very event. My voice shook. Heart-wrenching sobs racked my body as I told her about the time in church when God sent Jason to comfort me. At that point, I felt emotionally shattered.

I remembered saying, “I’ve lost him. I’ll never hold my son again.” The moment was intense, me in tears, every part of my being in agony. Then my son stood beside me. I could smell his favorite aftershave and he spoke, “You have not lost me mom. I am still here."

Without a doubt, I knew Jason’s spirit had returned to be with us in that room. Still, I was reeling in a time warp, my emotions obviously in turmoil. Without warning, my listener reached for me, her fingers ever so gently wrapping around my wrist. Her touch was calming and she continued soothing me until I was at peace with myself.

Shortly, the teacher began recording her stories. As I sat listening, realizing God answered my prayers again. I learned a vital and valuable lesson that day, “There is power in prayer.”
Ellie Braun-Haley, author of A Little Door, A Little Light (with editing and consultation by Shawn Haley)
THIS STORY compliments of - evrcanda.com
Looking for the book A Little Door, A Little Light? go to evrcanada.com

Review on a Little Door, A Little LIght
"I really loved this book, not only for its beautiful presentation, but all the angel stories confirmed for me that the experiences I have been having since I lost my
son are indeed real. You really do worry that you are either alone or crazy! There is so much evidence here, that it's a big relief to have this confirmation."

-- Maggie Pospisil, Receptionist
Sydney, Australia

SPECIAL MENTION REGARDING THE STORY "Ask, He Will Come".
Sometimes it is more difficult to edit my own work and I had stumbling blocks when I tackled this story, so I called on a friend. (editing assistance from Duane) Duane has done a lot of editing and he surely came through for me on the above mentioned story. Thanks Duane SHAW!!

LOOKING FOR THE BOOK?
visit evrcanda.com
then go to the menu and click on EagleCreek Publishing
AT THIS SITE you can order the book and pay by cheque.(check)

COMMENT FROM A READER
"This book is filled with comforting stories, stories that one doesn't always share. They tell of the wonderful lines of communication that are open with those we love even after they have passed on....Inspirational stories letting us know that although we may have to say good-bye we know that it is not forever. A book that was not easy to put down, one that will captivate your heart, mind and soul."
- Cindy Brown, Pulaski, VA

P.S. - If you take my advice only 1 time this year, take
it now... I just picked up $397 package at no cost! You
need to see this right away:

~**~**~

Another Veteran by Bill Walker

Sharon Bryant

What Bill said, brought back so many memories for me. 

I grew up in a home when I was a kid, with a grandfather who was in both World Wars.  An Uncle who was in Japan, and a father who was in Germany and France.  They never said much, but my grandma did.

I saw what it did to my uncle.  I saw a grown man pulling the shades down before the sun settled all the way.  I saw him peeking out the shades telling me, "Stand back, they're out there."  It was gram who told me my uncle was watching for the Japs.

He spent the rest of his life like that.

I remember grandma telling me what it was like to have her husband and two sons, all serving at the same time in WWII.  I heard the stories of wives always watching out their windows, and ducking back when they saw a soldier coming down the street, afraid they would turn into their sidewalk with the news......"I'm sorry to have to inform you........"

I heard the stories when a neighbor would get that news, the screams could be heard for over a block long when they were informed their husband or son had been killed.  And as a parent who has had to bury a son, I know the pain those mother's endured.

Fast forward a few years to the 60's.  I married a Navy man during Viet Nam.  I worked full time, but on one pay check with a small allotment from hubby's pay, I couldn't make ends meet.  How many times I had to stick a broom handle into the oil drum in the old naval apartment I lived in to measure how much oil was left, I can't count.  I froze milk when I got it at the base on sale.

I couldn't afford a bottle of coca cola.  Dreams of steaks were just that, a dream.  I lived on hamburgers that were smaller than a White Castle's. 

I've sat for hours in a "doctors room" with so many others, waiting my turn.

I've chased cockroaches so big you could skate board on them.  And there was no extra money to get "bug service."

I've walked to work three miles when there was not enough gas money to put into the car.

And I learned how to take a penny and stretch it into the size of a half dollar.

I didn't have kids then.  There was no way I could have even thought of having a baby and be able to buy formula, clothes, etc.  Totally impossible.  Yet I had friends who were parents, struggling worse than I was.  Sometimes we chipped in and shared a dollar.  Sometimes we collected pop bottles to trade in so we'd have enough to buy a pack of Kool-Aid.  Sometimes we didn't have anything to eat, waiting for pay day.

Sometimes there wasn't 10 cents to go to the movies on base.  Nor ten cents to pay the fare to cross a bridge.  Someone had to ride in the trunk and hide if we didn't have twenty cents.

I think one of the hardest things I saw was when the ship was sailing over was when the kids would cry their hearts out and beg their daddy's to stay home with them.  Those times were never easy.

Nothing is easy about military life when your husband is home for just a few days or gone for months on end.  It was a struggle all the way. 

During Nam the mail was opened.  You never knew where your husband was at.  You prayed a lot.    Your mind played tricks on you, always wondering if they were ok, if they were safe, if they'd come back home.

This is why I put in the effort I do today to try and help cheer our troops up with my project.  So far from home, in a land we can only imagine, with things happening we can't believe.  They need our support.

I know a soldier right now who has been home from Iraq for just six months.  He's having horrible nightmares, his wife can't help him, and his nerves are about shattered.  He's had counseling, but it's not helping him when his eyes close and he's right back there in his mind.  Just like my uncle.

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

~**~**~

Poetry Section

~**~**~

In memory for those who lost their lives on 9/11/01

Linda Ann Henry

For those who became hero's when they lost their life

On 9/11/01 a day plane's hit the twin towers

Who took the innocents, the brave people of America

The fireman who fought the black smoke

Who went in the buildings at the risk of their own lives

The paramedic's who prayed and tried to save the people

Also the police who wanted to keep the panic down

When all were falling in the crumple

Coming out of the towers, it was so hard to breathe

On four plane's where terror's face

Was in the sky, fighting the family

Of loved one's far and wide

I can see the tears

As one brave man

Helped people take the plane

Away from those

Who wanted to crash the White House

They died with "The Lord's Prayer"

On their lips

In memory for those hero's who sacrificed themselves

So that others may live,

All walks of life, all religion, all with one call

Freedom will never die, not for any country

We have seen the face of hatred

The devil thought he would laugh at us

The Lord, Thy God is stronger

Then any devil, more powerful

Than people who see no God

Salute The United States,

Pray for the memory of those

Who were lost in the blaze from the bombs

Remember the innocents

Never forget that terror passed this way.

Linda Ann Henry

Do you remember me

The people's poet

linda11231949@aol.com

~**~**~

On That Fateful Day

Sharon Bryant 

It doesn't seem like five years ago

We saw that fateful day

When the twin towers fell

And America cried that day

It doesn't seem like five years ago

That time has passed by

But I still think of the victims

The screams, the horror, the cries

I think about the planes

And the fear of those on board

When they knew their time had come

To be with their Lord

I think about the children

Who were left without their dads

Mother's raising families alone

I know it must be sad

I think about our soldiers

Who are now on foreign soil

Protecting our freedoms

So this never happens once more

So on this anniversary

On that fateful, horrible day

I think about all American's

And how our lives were touched in so many ways

God Bless America

Sharon Bryant 2006

1946@bellsouth.net

~**~**~

Readers Feedback

Anyway, to comment on Mikes article.

What I have found to be true is that Any time you mess up or if you Don't.

Once a faulty thing happens people tend to fault you for it over and over again no matter what and find you guilty no matter what.

The sad news on the flip side of things is that the ones that Never seem to Do anything wrong and are Actually Doing things they Shouldn't Are getting away with things they Shouldn't be.

I say, "Take heart, the one that created and judges the universe and All those beings will be the one that we all have to stand before one day and He has an ACCURATE record so no one is getting away with Anything or being Accused unjustly in the end.  People are always going to Think & Say whatever they want to.  Good thing they Aren't the Final Authority of where we spend eternity!"

Paula Booher

wrappednword@yahoo.com

Senior Writers

Chief writer: Sharon Bryant

Chief researcher/historian: Hartson Dowd

Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Booher, Paula; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Costner, Joan Clifton; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Dees, Mary; Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria;  Dowd, Hartson; Dowd, Helen; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Gold, Ron; Goodier, Steve; Grisham, Mary-Ellen; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy Anne; Henry, Linda Ann; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Mizrany, Mary Carter; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy;

Wainland, David; Westerfer, Clara; White Robert;

Storytime Tapestry Staff

Carol Roach - Founder/publisher

Thelma Hartselle - Co-Founder, Moderator

Clara Westerfer – moderator

Bob Johnston - moderator

Storytime Tapestry Newsletter

The newsletter devoted to spreading love and cultural awareness around the world.

September 11, 2006

Today’s announcements

Today 5 years ago, the unbelievable happened.  America was attacked by terrorists and the world has never been the same since.  Please say a little prayer, for America, her leaders, her people and the family of those who were lost on that infamous day.

Now onto the good stuff!

Today’s Queue Stories

~**~**~

A short visit with you:  

Ellie Braun-Haley Spending more than four years researching a book was a gift to me. My husband handled the finances and I could just focus on the research. Unusual, exciting and heartwarming events were sprinkled throughout the time spent on the book. I wanted to share one of those times with you.
AND yes please share this story if you know of someone it may help.
THIS IS ABOUT THE POWER OF PRAYER.

Ask, HE Will Come

Ellie Braun-Haley
shaley@telusplanet.net

In the course of writing the book, “A Little Door, A Little Light,” I made a habit of tape recording the interviewee’s story. From the beginning, I knew God was orchestrating the undertaking, and, I tried to be intuitive and sensitive to His subtle messages.

A new habit I adopted during this process was praying for God’s guidance before each interview. When I asked, He was there offering guidance throughout the harvest of true and often sensitive personal encounters with angels, visions, and other reflections of heavenly interventions. These were stories not usually spoken of outside their family circles, yet they were magnificent and all chronicled life after death encounters. Because the actual collection of stories was so wondrous I didn’t want the process to ever end!

One particular day however, I remember being behind schedule and feeling hurried as each passing minute ticked away. Of all the lessons I had learned, I forgot the most important, my daily prayer asking for God’s direction. As I was soon to find out, my inattention was about to backfire, in a big way!

I could feel my excitement brewing as I arrived at a schoolteacher’s home. This was our first meeting together, though we had spoken earlier by phone at which time she recounted her story. Silently, I was hoping for a good session as she greeted me and guided me into the sitting room. She seemed gracious enough as I sat and prepared my tape recorder to receive her spoken anecdote. However, just as I was prepared to begin she sat back in her chair, her smile disappeared, her arms folded, and in a skeptical voice she said, “Okay what exactly you plan on doing with this story?"

I thought, “This is strange behavior! “What shall I do? She knows her stories will be in my book.” Then, the answer to my query hit me like a ton of bricks! “Prayer, it is all about prayer, or the lack thereof, in my case. It has powerful outcomes. It can open, or close, many doors. My door to God was obviously partially closed today because I neglected to ask for His help in prayer.” I was ashamed, even though I knew the Heavenly Father was just giving me a lesson in humility. Regardless, my mind was searching for a solution to my dilemma, “How shall I proceed?”

To break the ice, so to speak, I started telling the teacher a personal story about my son, Jason. I spoke of his life, those 17 wonderful years together, and then the horror of his death. I intertwined my story of Jason’s life, and the time he spoke to me three months after his death. Every word I spoke was like reliving the very event. My voice shook. Heart-wrenching sobs racked my body as I told her about the time in church when God sent Jason to comfort me. At that point, I felt emotionally shattered.

I remembered saying, “I’ve lost him. I’ll never hold my son again.” The moment was intense, me in tears, every part of my being in agony. Then my son stood beside me. I could smell his favorite aftershave and he spoke, “You have not lost me mom. I am still here."

Without a doubt, I knew Jason’s spirit had returned to be with us in that room. Still, I was reeling in a time warp, my emotions obviously in turmoil. Without warning, my listener reached for me, her fingers ever so gently wrapping around my wrist. Her touch was calming and she continued soothing me until I was at peace with myself.

Shortly, the teacher began recording her stories. As I sat listening, realizing God answered my prayers again. I learned a vital and valuable lesson that day, “There is power in prayer.”
Ellie Braun-Haley, author of A Little Door, A Little Light (with editing and consultation by Shawn Haley)
THIS STORY compliments of - evrcanda.com
Looking for the book A Little Door, A Little Light? go to evrcanada.com

Review on a Little Door, A Little LIght
"I really loved this book, not only for its beautiful presentation, but all the angel stories confirmed for me that the experiences I have been having since I lost my
son are indeed real. You really do worry that you are either alone or crazy! There is so much evidence here, that it's a big relief to have this confirmation."

-- Maggie Pospisil, Receptionist
Sydney, Australia

SPECIAL MENTION REGARDING THE STORY "Ask, He Will Come".
Sometimes it is more difficult to edit my own work and I had stumbling blocks when I tackled this story, so I called on a friend. (editing assistance from Duane) Duane has done a lot of editing and he surely came through for me on the above mentioned story. Thanks Duane SHAW!!

LOOKING FOR THE BOOK?
visit evrcanda.com
then go to the menu and click on EagleCreek Publishing
AT THIS SITE you can order the book and pay by cheque.(check)

COMMENT FROM A READER
"This book is filled with comforting stories, stories that one doesn't always share. They tell of the wonderful lines of communication that are open with those we love even after they have passed on....Inspirational stories letting us know that although we may have to say good-bye we know that it is not forever. A book that was not easy to put down, one that will captivate your heart, mind and soul."
- Cindy Brown, Pulaski, VA

P.S. - If you take my advice only 1 time this year, take
it now... I just picked up $397 package at no cost! You
need to see this right away:

~**~**~

Another Veteran by Bill Walker

Sharon Bryant

What Bill said, brought back so many memories for me. 

I grew up in a home when I was a kid, with a grandfather who was in both World Wars.  An Uncle who was in Japan, and a father who was in Germany and France.  They never said much, but my grandma did.

I saw what it did to my uncle.  I saw a grown man pulling the shades down before the sun settled all the way.  I saw him peeking out the shades telling me, "Stand back, they're out there."  It was gram who told me my uncle was watching for the Japs.

He spent the rest of his life like that.

I remember grandma telling me what it was like to have her husband and two sons, all serving at the same time in WWII.  I heard the stories of wives always watching out their windows, and ducking back when they saw a soldier coming down the street, afraid they would turn into their sidewalk with the news......"I'm sorry to have to inform you........"

I heard the stories when a neighbor would get that news, the screams could be heard for over a block long when they were informed their husband or son had been killed.  And as a parent who has had to bury a son, I know the pain those mother's endured.

Fast forward a few years to the 60's.  I married a Navy man during Viet Nam.  I worked full time, but on one pay check with a small allotment from hubby's pay, I couldn't make ends meet.  How many times I had to stick a broom handle into the oil drum in the old naval apartment I lived in to measure how much oil was left, I can't count.  I froze milk when I got it at the base on sale.

I couldn't afford a bottle of coca cola.  Dreams of steaks were just that, a dream.  I lived on hamburgers that were smaller than a White Castle's. 

I've sat for hours in a "doctors room" with so many others, waiting my turn.

I've chased cockroaches so big you could skate board on them.  And there was no extra money to get "bug service."

I've walked to work three miles when there was not enough gas money to put into the car.

And I learned how to take a penny and stretch it into the size of a half dollar.

I didn't have kids then.  There was no way I could have even thought of having a baby and be able to buy formula, clothes, etc.  Totally impossible.  Yet I had friends who were parents, struggling worse than I was.  Sometimes we chipped in and shared a dollar.  Sometimes we collected pop bottles to trade in so we'd have enough to buy a pack of Kool-Aid.  Sometimes we didn't have anything to eat, waiting for pay day.

Sometimes there wasn't 10 cents to go to the movies on base.  Nor ten cents to pay the fare to cross a bridge.  Someone had to ride in the trunk and hide if we didn't have twenty cents.

I think one of the hardest things I saw was when the ship was sailing over was when the kids would cry their hearts out and beg their daddy's to stay home with them.  Those times were never easy.

Nothing is easy about military life when your husband is home for just a few days or gone for months on end.  It was a struggle all the way. 

During Nam the mail was opened.  You never knew where your husband was at.  You prayed a lot.    Your mind played tricks on you, always wondering if they were ok, if they were safe, if they'd come back home.

This is why I put in the effort I do today to try and help cheer our troops up with my project.  So far from home, in a land we can only imagine, with things happening we can't believe.  They need our support.

I know a soldier right now who has been home from Iraq for just six months.  He's having horrible nightmares, his wife can't help him, and his nerves are about shattered.  He's had counseling, but it's not helping him when his eyes close and he's right back there in his mind.  Just like my uncle.

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

~**~**~

Poetry Section

~**~**~

In memory for those who lost their lives on 9/11/01

Linda Ann Henry

For those who became hero's when they lost their life

On 9/11/01 a day plane's hit the twin towers

Who took the innocents, the brave people of America

The fireman who fought the black smoke

Who went in the buildings at the risk of their own lives

The paramedic's who prayed and tried to save the people

Also the police who wanted to keep the panic down

When all were falling in the crumple

Coming out of the towers, it was so hard to breathe

On four plane's where terror's face

Was in the sky, fighting the family

Of loved one's far and wide

I can see the tears

As one brave man

Helped people take the plane

Away from those

Who wanted to crash the White House

They died with "The Lord's Prayer"

On their lips

In memory for those hero's who sacrificed themselves

So that others may live,

All walks of life, all religion, all with one call

Freedom will never die, not for any country

We have seen the face of hatred

The devil thought he would laugh at us

The Lord, Thy God is stronger

Then any devil, more powerful

Than people who see no God

Salute The United States,

Pray for the memory of those

Who were lost in the blaze from the bombs

Remember the innocents

Never forget that terror passed this way.

Linda Ann Henry

Do you remember me

The people's poet

linda11231949@aol.com

~**~**~

On That Fateful Day

Sharon Bryant 

It doesn't seem like five years ago

We saw that fateful day

When the twin towers fell

And America cried that day

It doesn't seem like five years ago

That time has passed by

But I still think of the victims

The screams, the horror, the cries

I think about the planes

And the fear of those on board

When they knew their time had come

To be with their Lord

I think about the children

Who were left without their dads

Mother's raising families alone

I know it must be sad

I think about our soldiers

Who are now on foreign soil

Protecting our freedoms

So this never happens once more

So on this anniversary

On that fateful, horrible day

I think about all American's

And how our lives were touched in so many ways

God Bless America

Sharon Bryant 2006

1946@bellsouth.net

~**~**~

Readers Feedback

Anyway, to comment on Mikes article.

What I have found to be true is that Any time you mess up or if you Don't.

Once a faulty thing happens people tend to fault you for it over and over again no matter what and find you guilty no matter what.

The sad news on the flip side of things is that the ones that Never seem to Do anything wrong and are Actually Doing things they Shouldn't Are getting away with things they Shouldn't be.

I say, "Take heart, the one that created and judges the universe and All those beings will be the one that we all have to stand before one day and He has an ACCURATE record so no one is getting away with Anything or being Accused unjustly in the end.  People are always going to Think & Say whatever they want to.  Good thing they Aren't the Final Authority of where we spend eternity!"

Paula Booher

wrappednword@yahoo.com

Senior Writers

Chief writer: Sharon Bryant

Chief researcher/historian: Hartson Dowd

Agee, Vance; Apted, Violet; Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al; Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela; Boda, Ginger; Booher, Paula; Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.; Costner, Joan Clifton; Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark; Dees, Mary; Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria;  Dowd, Hartson; Dowd, Helen; Gilbert, Robert, Jr.; Gold, Ron; Goodier, Steve; Grisham, Mary-Ellen; Braun-Haley, Ellie; Harris, Kathy Anne; Henry, Linda Ann; Hunt, Sharlett; Hymes, Christina; Jacobson, Gary; Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim; Jenkins, Pamela; Liles, Norma; Lily Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Marlor, Janice Bumbalough; Mazzella, Joe; Mizrany, Mary Carter; Morris, Deepak; Ojeibge, Georgewaters; Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan; Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan; Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe; Warner, Gordon, K; Walsh, Sue; Weymouth, Barbara J.; Whirity, Kathy;

Wainland, David; Westerfer, Clara; White Robert;

Storytime Tapestry Staff

Carol Roach - Founder/publisher

Thelma Hartselle - Co-Founder, Moderator

Clara Westerfer – moderator

Bob Johnston - moderator