“I am not a lucky person, but when I found Outskirts Press, I became the luckiest person ever! Everyone I had contact with was unbelievably wonderful! Their knowledge is superior, and they gently but precisely guided me all the way through and the end result? The most beautiful book inside and out! I couldn’t be more pleased and happy! Thank you so much for everything! My next book that I am writing won’t go anywhere else, but with you! Feeling so blessed and ecstatic…on top of the world! Thank you again. I am 1 happy camper. I appreciate each and every one of you dearly. I do have to add that my book is very personal. I wrote for a lot of people. Outskirts Press made me get signatures and releases from all the people I wrote for, and if I had had any other publisher I could be in big trouble right now, as no other publisher cared what I wrote, they’d just publish, but Outskirts Press did care about more than just publishing me, and they made my book legal and right. I am so very thankful for them!”
Debra Hanna was born and raised in Illinois. From the time she was small, nature and adventure were kindred to her soul. Growing up, she scared her parents, quite a lot. She would disappear. At three years old, with all the neighbors looking for her, she was eventually found across a busy street, behind the bowling alley, playing in a creek, trying to catch a frog. She didn’t understand why everyone was mad, when she was so happy. They had to look for her quite a lot. By six years old, she would make it deep into the next town over before they found her. Her parents would be furious, but her smile and laughter almost always changed the atmosphere. She could have happily grown up in the fields with a sleeping bag. She daydreamed in beautiful ways; poetic in her mind, while she gently played with all the bugs. As she got older, her thoughts started coming to the forefront. Her sensitivity made by nature, captures the emotions of others with words that come alive In her mind. To this day, she is still the same way, and to her longtime boyfriend’s dismay… He still keeps catching her – feeding a group of baby ants behind the shop. Also, back there is a chain link fence, where a round flat bowl of water sits and ripped up bread. It’s for the little birds that nest around there. If a bee gets inside, she’ll catch him in a cup and return him to the outside. Back at home, a skunk, an opossum and a raccoon, get their left-over dinners. She hides the food in the corner of the back yard so that no one but them will know. The wild cat she feeds under the planted Land Rover in the driveway. This freaks him out, but he loves her just the same; and as she herself would say, I’m just me, not a delectable flower, but one of the cuter weeds in the field. Lastly, they have been together 15 years. He is used to her by now, but yes, she still freaks him out.
The Ruins originally were built with blood, sweat, and tears. It was cruel. It was gratifying. It was pride and happiness. It was heart and soul; So as my book goes. My poems have enriched people’s lives. I hope they do the same for you. If not, do not despise; But at least – Try me on for size.