Get a DIRECT copy of my book!

bookcoverFor the past few months, my book has been available on Amazon.  For some reasons, the book does not fair well on Amazon.  However, it seems to do fairly well when it’s sold through a book signing or left at my brother’s restaurant.

I would like to try something, a little different.  Have you heard of a company called Square?  They  provide low cost credit card processing and business solution for people like me. You can find out more by going to

What does this means to you?  If you would like to order an unsigned copy of my book then you have two options.  You can go to Amazon and order my book, online.  On Amazon, you can buy a printed copy for $7.00 or an e-book for $3.99.

Here’s the links for the two versions:


There is a second option!  How would you like to order a book, directly from me?  I won’t be able to send you a signed copy, though.  You can reach me, at my  email address:  Put in the subject line that it’s a book order!  In the body, I will need to have two things.  Where am I shipping the book to?  How many copies?  My books are printed by CreateSpace and I have to consider shipping costs.  So, I am limited to the United States and Canada.

IMPORTANT:  If you  are ordering 1 to 4 copies then I will need to add a $2.50 Shipping & Handling fee. I will waive the fee for an order of 5 or more books.  The book will still be $7.00 per copy.



Chapter 4: Come Out of Your Hidey-Hole (pt 2)

Part 2

As a child, I struggled with a fear of rejection and a need for acceptance. If you read my earlier chapters, then you’ll know what I’m talking about. The sad truth is that the pain of severe rejection doesn’t go away as you get older.  You have to deal with it in one fashion or another.

For me, I chose to hide in fantasy role-playing games. I got involved in these games when I was in college. In 1990, fantasy role-playing games became a place of refuge from the outside world. My old group probably did not know of the hellish summer from a few years before. That summer ordeal served to exacerbate the existing emotional pains in my heart.

In 1990, I was introduced to the world of fantasy role playing games. It seems that I had found my hidey-hole. It was a chance to escape and hide from the outside world. I deceived myself into thinking the games would somehow help me. In reality, these games are not meant to solve problems of the heart.

What kinds of games am I talking about? Games like Generic Universal Role Playing (GURP), Advanced Dungeons & Dragons (AD&D), Top Secrets, and Marvel Superheroes. The group would use a paper based character sheet and dices when playing. I would just create a fictional character and interact in an imagined setting.

By their very nature these games drew me in like a magnet.  For me, fantasy role playing games became my hidey-hole. With a touch of irony, I was still afraid to venture forth from my little hole. Do you see a problem?

My hidey-hole was potentially becoming a prison as opposed to a place of safety.  I seriously needed to come out my own hidey-hole. I had serious problems and these games were not helping. In reality, they were never meant for such a purpose. By hiding, I was simply avoiding the problems.

Donn was a member of my old group. He did point me in the right direction when saying “You need to talk with a counselor to solve your personal problems.  It’s not solved by hiding in a fantasy game world.”

He was right. I had to learn to deal with the problems and not run from them.  Thankfully, there is someone that I can easily go to for right counseling. In time, I would learn this truth.


<- Chapter 4: Come Out of Your Hide-Hole (pt 1)  TOC  Chapter 4: Come Out of Your Hidey-Hole (pt 3)-> above is from my first book, A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming. If you enjoyed what you have read, then I invite you to buy the actual book. It’s currently available on Amazon.

My book is available in both, print and for the Kindle platform.  You can buy your own copy of my book, by clicking on the link, below.

Chapter 1: A Lesser Human

Part One

UntitledYou may be asking, “Where did I get the idea for such a strange title for my book and the opening chapter?” The idea originally came from a pair of likeable comedians whose job is to create entertaining YouTube videos for young and old.

Their style of comedy is a mixture of Three Stooges meets Mafia. Video games serve as a backdrop for many of their antics. Though they may talk tough, the guys manage to do a good job of keeping it clean. I’d give their names; however, I am not certain if they want to be mentioned.

In one video, the two men were playing a game map called Diversity. The map provides a variety of challenging obstacles and puzzles for the player. For these guys, this map provided some great opportunities to entertain their audience.

For these men, it is not enough to merely play a game and post it on YouTube. They have to keep the audience’s interest and it’s done through comedy. It’s a recipe that serves them quite well.

At one point, the guys have just finished a challenging round of trivia questions related to Minecraft.  At the end, the guys were cracking a variety of harmless jokes. When I heard one comedian say, “People who wear glasses are less human,” it struck a chord of emotional pain.

Though I did laugh at the harmless joke, old memories were stirring within me. I was experiencing waves of emotional pains and tears. I asked my Father, “What the heck is going on? It can’t be these guys.” It soon became clear; a story needed telling and a heart needed healing. Here’s my story.

<- Introduction           TOC           Chapter 1: A Lesser Human (Part 2) -> you do a quick scan of this chapter? I don’t blame you.😉 The above is from my first book, A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming.

Years ago, I struggled with depression, low self-esteem and rejection. My book contains a collection of short stories of how I overcame these things.  It’s my hope that these stories would be of help to others.

Chapter 1: A Lesser Human (Pt 2)

Part Two

I was born in November 1964 and I almost died in the delivery room. What happened? As I came out of my mother’s womb, the doctors could see that something was wrong. It seems I could not swallow the fluid in my mouth or spit it out.

The doctors responded quickly and saved my life. I was rushed to the NICU for monitoring. It seems that something was wrong with my esophagus. Though Point Pleasant Hospital in New Jersey was a teaching hospital, the doctors could not do anything. Thankfully, my story doesn’t end there for my Father had other plans.

Someone must have been praying because a door opened up at the Presbyterian Children’s Hospital in New York City. Years later, my mother would tell of a Dr. Santoulli who successfully operated on my throat. Of course, my family and I are quite thankful and I praise God the Father for this miracle.

When the dust finally settled, my parents began to deal with another terrifying fact about my birth. At some point, my mother was exposed to someone with German measles when she was pregnant with me. When I was born, the doctors discovered that I was very nearsighted and supposedly deaf. I was medically diagnosed with congenital rubella.

In 1964, my future was deemed bleak and my parents were given little hope for the future. No man knows the future with certainty. In those days, children with severe disabilities were not given much hope. Group homes, sheltered work programs and poverty were all too common for people who were physically or mentally disabled.

Thankfully, my father came from a strong Catholic family and my mother and her mother were devout Catholics. I strongly suspect my grandparents were probably praying for me during the whole ordeal of my birth and disabilities.

As for my parents, they chose to raise their three sons in the basics of the Catholic Christian religion. As a small child, I received a King James Bible from my maternal grandmother.  I can still recall reading the many stories contained within that book. The Bible was easily my favorite book to read and enjoy.

I can still recall talking with my Father about what I read. It seemed so natural to talk with God and I could not imagine prayer in any other way. Heck, at the time I did not know that I was praying. For me, “Hail Mary” was a prayer; I was just talking with God about what I read. “What is prayer?” I would have asked.

In those days, children with physical disabilities were sent to specialized schools. These schools were often far away or expensive.  I was given the impression that they were a one-way ticket to a sheltered lifestyle.

What were my disabilities? Did it warrant such a drastic move? My parents did not think so.

I was not born deaf as everyone originally thought. I was born with a conductive hearing loss in both ears. The degree of loss is actually a mixture of moderate to severe in the right ear and severe to profound in the left. That’s why I only wear one hearing aid.

I can sit down and hear most of what’s being said in a quiet room; however, I get into trouble with multiple conversations.

If I focus on one conversation, then I am okay. It’s a skill that I learned over the years. It has come in handy many times.

As for my eyesight, I was born nearsighted. In a classroom setting, I could generally see what was happening around me; however, I’d miss out on a lot of subtle details. When it came to the chalk-board, I could see the teacher writing on it; however, I’d have trouble reading the chalkboard.

I have a third problem and it’s not the result of the rubella. I suffered a pinch nerve that resulted in a slight facial paralysis. It’s hardly noticeable these days; at least I don’t think so. It came as a result of the doctors saving my life.

In the ‘60s, you were not likely to find many disabled children in public schools.  For one reason, the public schools were not built to accommodate children with physical disabilities. Thankfully, I could safely navigate around as I did have vision and I could walk or run.

A second reason centers on a child’s ability to handle the classroom materials. It was commonly believed that one’s physical disability affected a child’s mental capability. Like my parents, I was born with an above average intelligence. The same thing is true of my two brothers. It runs in the family.

Guess what? Education was not a serious problem; however, the real problem came in the form of acceptance. In those days, young children were not taught tolerance towards children with disabilities. Without guidance, it’s a very difficult thing for both sides.

What about my parents? My parents were not in favor of a special school for the disabled. Here is how they viewed the situation. “Barry needs to function in the outside world and he’s to be like all the other kids who don’t have disabilities.” Though such schools do have their places, the sheltered lifestyle is not something I’d care for.

I started school in 1971 and I entered the first grade in ’72. I am grateful for my parents’ decision. Though public school did prove challenging and I certainly had my shares of frustrations, I don’t regret it. One challenge came in the form of a question. Is this child mentally capable of handling the materials presented in class?

This challenge resulted in my taking an IQ test. Imagine their surprise when my test showed my IQ to be quite high. Though I am not a rocket scientist, I was clearly not a dummy.  Did the school have legit concerns? To an extent, they did have some legit concerns. My physical limitations did affect my ability to take in information from the chalkboard, hear everything the teacher said or finish my tests in a timely manner.

Once they saw my IQ level the school became more relaxed. However, they did see some potential problems.  As a result, I was assigned a Special Ed teacher, a social worker and a speech therapist.

I’ve been blessed by Mr. Ollie Lokerson, my Special Ed teacher, and Mrs. Stapler, my Social Worker, many times. As for speech therapy, I’ve had many therapists throughout the school years and they’ve been quite helpful. Alas, there is one problem the school board could not help with solving. Like you, they probably saw it coming; hence the need for the social worker.

<-Chapter 1: A Lesser Human (Part 1)           TOC           Chapter 1: A Lesser Human (Part 3) -> you do a quick scan of this chapter? I don’t blame you.😉 The above is from my first book, A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming.

Years ago, I struggled with depression, low self-esteem and rejection. My book contains a collection of short stories of how I overcame these things.  It’s my hope that these stories would be of help to others.

A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming

Are you interested in what’s in my book?  Would you like a peek inside, before buying it?  What is my book about?

I suggest that you read the Introduction and find out.  Below is the Table of Content found in my book, A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming”  Enjoy!  Please remember that you can buy the book and read at your own pace!  The links are at the bottom of this post.

Table of Content
Chapter 1: A Lesser Human
Chapter 2: Summer of Hell
Chapter 3: The Builder
Chapter 4: Come Out of Your Hidey Hole
Chapter 5: Altitude, Attitude
Chapter 6: Collection of Poems
Chapter 7: Confidence
Chapter 8: Helping Someone to Overcome
Chapter 9: You Can’t Do It Alone! above is the Table of Content from my first book, A Lesser Human: An Anthology of Overcoming. If you enjoyed what you have read, then I invite you to buy the actual book. It’s currently available on Amazon.

My book is available in both, print and for the Kindle platform.  You can buy your own copy of my book, by clicking on the link, below.