The Art of God Published!

The Art of God is now available on Amazon in hardcover, paperback, and on Kindle! 

Alan Vaughn and his wife, Janet, got into a car accident. Janet dies in the crash, and Alan is in a coma. When he awakens, he believes God wishes for him to carve a work of art. Alan starts the project with unfamiliar tools and skills, enduring pain from his crash injuries. Alan finishes his artwork, which inspires deep devotion in others, and he loses his faith. Those who want more of his work, and reporters who are looking to tell his story, pursue Alan. Alan distances himself from his art and begins a personal journey to find God again. #god #catholic #religion #religiousfiction #crucifix #Alan Vaughn and his wife, Janet, got into a car accident. Janet dies in the crash, and Alan is in a coma. When he awakens, he believes God wishes for him to carve a work of art. Alan starts the project with unfamiliar tools and skills, enduring pain from his crash injuries. Alan finishes his artwork, which inspires deep devotion in others, and he loses his faith. Those who want more of his work, and reporters who are looking to tell his story, pursue Alan. Alan distances himself from his art and begins a personal journey to find God again. 

Amazon Review: The Heart of Velletri

The Heart of Velletri spans three generations of a Long Island family, mainly focusing on the most recent as the son and grandson comes to terms with the legacy of his criminal grandfather, whom he never knew, and his father, whom he deeply admired. He eventually learns of his father's experiences in World War II but more importantly engages his father's legacy as a guide to his own complicated life.

The book weaves the generations together in an often painfully honest exploration of the central character's coming to terms with his identity as a man, as a son, as a father, and as a husband. Although the book's focus is almost exclusively on its male characters, it gives a strong and credible sense of troubled growth. - William G. Luhr

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Michael Koenigsmann is a police officer and the son of a World War II veteran. Michael spends his life investigating how his father was wounded in battle, left for dead, and nearly buried alive during the Italian Campaign. His father, Gene, won’t reveal what had happened to him while overseas. Michael is fascinated when he learns that his late grandfather, Alphonse, was a gangster during the Great Depression. Also, Alphonse was a veteran of World War I. Michael’s journey begins with him trying to discover how his father survived the war and came home to lead the life of a devout Catholic, rather than be influenced by the criminal lifestyle of his father. At the end of his life, Gene tells Michael his story. He honors his father by arranging for a congressman to present Gene with his Purple Heart which he never received for nearly dying in the Battle of Velletri. After Gene’s death, he must accept his own shortcomings as a father and as a husband to move on with his life.

No Reading Necessary

 I know that most people don’t read or they are practically illiterate. Yet, I had always held out hope that certain professionals and those in various trades would be at least able to read a detailed message. I had sent out a work request on a website that matches consumers to repair professionals. I stated that I have a Freidrich wall unit air conditioner that needs to be repaired. I got two responses from contractors looking to place a bid on my project to “install dry wall.” Other air conditioner guys called and asked what brand of central air conditioner is it? I had to reiterate that it is a wall unit, as written in my proposal. The response I got from them is that “we don’t fix those.” America, we are doomed.

Fat Guys Dancing

 Yeah so, YouTube has figured out that I am overweight. Now I am bombarded with ads for DXL (heavy guy clothing store) before each video I watch. To add insult to injury they don’t even give me the option to skip the ad after five seconds like all the others. I am forced to watch fat guys dance (dance! — as if!) while sporting DXL’s stylish clothes for the stomachly- enhanced. I don’t know if they’re trying to give he a big, fat hint, or if they are torturing me, or both. At least they aren’t dieting commercials. Apparently they wizards of marketing don’t think I want to lose weight, but I will simply buy larger sized clothes.

Double Blind

I opened Facebook this morning and what do I (ha ha) see? An ad for not one, but TWO eye patches! Now, I’m not only wondering why Amazon thinks I need an eye patch, but do they think that I’m missing BOTH eyes and I need a pair of them? If that was the case then why not sell me sunglasses? And, if I WAS missing both eyes, how the HELL am I going to read their eyepatch ad?

Deli Time

 When Albert Einstein taught us about time dilation, he demonstrated mathematically that the closer a clock is to a source of gravity, the slower time passes. The farther away it is, the faster time passes. BUT — what Einstein did NOT know is that behind the deli counter at Stop and Shop, time doesn’t move at all!

I Have Time to Write

 Often when people find out that I am an author, they respond with "I don't have time to write." Well, neither do I, but I make time for it. Also, folks will tell me that they're writing a book. I'll ask, what's it about? They'll pause, and then say, "Well, it's complicated." Or, "It's different, it's tough to explain." Yep. That's sounds compelling. A complicated, different, tough to explain book is all anyone wants to read. One thing I learned since being published is that if you can’t summarize your novel in a few sentences, then you had better figure out exactly what it is you’re writing. Since I was a kid I wanted to write. It's one of the few things that I do that is truly gratifying. It's like painting, sculpting, or any other art or craft. I do this for me — for myself —and the time I spend doing it is time well spent. If others enjoy the story, the experience becomes even more satisfying.

“You’re All Set” and Other Ways to Say ‘I Don’t Care’

 “You’re All Set” and Other Ways to Say ‘I Don’t Care’

by Michael J. Kannengieser

At some point—probably during the Great American Personality Shortage of the 2010s—shopkeepers quietly replaced the phrase “Thank you, come again” with the utterly bland, dismissive, “You’re all set.”

Oh, am I? All set to never come back?

Look, I’m not asking for a red carpet and a 21-doughnut salute every time I buy a cup of coffee, but would it kill some of these business owners to show even a whiff of gratitude? Especially post-pandemic, when every customer walking through the door is a small miracle and a mobile ATM with a pulse.

Pro tip to the guy at the deli who acts like I’m interrupting his important staring contest with the slicer: I can get a sandwich literally anywhere. I can tap my phone and have three pastrami heroes and an Uber Eats driver will deliver my food in less than an hour. Your store? Optional.

And yet, there’s this attitude—this smug indifference—that seems to say, “We’re doing you a favor by being open.”

I’ve traveled. I’ve eaten. I’ve shopped in states where people behind the counter smile, make small talk, and—brace yourself— say thank you. Imagine that. Manners with your mozzarella sticks.

So yes, Mr. Pizza Parlor Guy: You, too, can be grateful. Even if you’re busy. Even if you’re tired. Especially if you want me to come back.

Because you may think I’m all set.
But I’m not.

I’m gone.

Just a Little Hurricane

 Hurricane Henri 2021. We were hit, okay, lightly tapped. Actually, we were waved to by this storm. We lost a twig from one of our trees and our lawn was watered. For this Long Islanders pillaged supermarkets and hardware stores and drained the pumps at gas stations all day yesterday. It doesn’t take much of a threat for polite society to tear at the seams. While I am grateful that this hurricane fizzled, I still worry that the slightest interruption of our daily lives can send law abiding citizens into a stockpiling frenzy.