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A Story for a Fractured Nation, Healing America’s Divide Through
the Redemptive Power of Shared Purpose

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Date Published: Coming OCT 6, 2026

Publisher: Elite Online Publishing


The day after Donald Trump won the 2024 presidential election, a New York
Times reporter called trial attorney Edward Blackmon, Jr. with one question:

 

 

What should the rest of America expect?

 

This book is their answer.
Mississippi gave Edward and Barbara Blackmon—and the generations
before them—a vantage the rest of the nation is only now beginning to
feel. What Americans are living through today is not a new reality improvised
in real time. It is the same ancient machinery that has always been here.
They spent their lives inside a system built to contain them: segregated
schools and courthouses, voting maps drawn to dilute Black power, courtrooms
that treated justice as a privilege. Locked as a teenager in a Canton jail
during the civil-rights struggle, Edward decided then to become a lawyer so
the law could serve as a shield rather than a weapon. He served more than four
decades in the Mississippi House of Representatives and helped redraw the
state’s political maps, more than doubling Black representation. The
National Law Journal twice named him one of the nation’s top ten
litigators.
Barbara Blackmon broke barriers of her own. She earned her degree from
Jackson State University at nineteen, an MBA from the University of Alabama, a
law degree from the University of Mississippi, and an LL.M. in taxation from
New York University. She became the first Black woman to represent Madison,
Yazoo, and Holmes counties in the Mississippi Senate from a majority-white
district, later won the Democratic nomination to run for lieutenant governor,
and, with her husband, built a statewide law practice in Canton that took the
fight from the Capitol floor to the courtroom.
Two Minds, One Rhythm is the story of how two formidable minds learned
to move together toward goals that serve humanity—and why we must unite
now to heal a fractured nation before it is too late. This book does not stop
at diagnosis. It offers a path forward: work, faith, education, and shared
purpose. See the other side without surrendering yours. Rebuild trust. Choose
courage over fear. The fractures can still be closed—not if we wait
until the rest of the world finishes watching us come apart.

About the Author

EDWARD BLACKMON, JR.

 

EDWARD BLACKMON, JR.

 

Edward Blackmon, Jr. is a
nationally recognized trial attorney, former Mississippi State Representative,
and longtime advocate for voting rights and equal representation. A graduate
of Tougaloo College and The George Washington University Law School, he
co-founded Blackmon & Blackmon, PLLC, with his wife and law partner,
Barbara, in Canton, Mississippi.

During four decades in the Mississippi House of Representatives, Edward helped
lead legislative and judicial redistricting efforts that dramatically
increased Black representation in the state legislature and judiciary. He
broke at-large elections, drew maps that more than doubled Black
representation, and created Mississippi’s first majority-Black judicial
subdistricts. He won landmark verdicts—$177 million—and fifty
criminal trials without a loss. Twice named one of the Nation’s Top Ten
Litigators by The National Law Journal, he has received numerous honors for
his legal and public service, including the J. William Fulbright Distinguished
Public Service Award and the National Black Caucus of State Legislators State
Nation Builder Award.

Edward and Barbara married in 1986 and raised four children, two of whom now
serve in the Mississippi Legislature.

BARBARA BLACKMON

 

BARBARA BLACKMON

 

 
Barbara Blackmon is a trailblazing
attorney, former Mississippi State Senator, and Managing Partner of Blackmon
& Blackmon, PLLC, the law firm she built with her husband, Edward. She
holds degrees from Jackson State University, the University of Alabama, the
University of Mississippi School of Law, and New York University, where she
earned an LL.M. in Taxation.

In 1992, she became the first Black woman elected to represent Madison, Yazoo,
and Holmes counties in the Mississippi State Senate—a majority-white
district. She broke barriers as the first woman named Vice Chair of the Senate
Finance Committee, the first woman and first Black senator to chair an
Appropriations subcommittee, and the first woman from the Senate appointed to
the Legislative Budget Committee. In 2003, she made history as the first Black
Mississippian to win the Democratic nomination for lieutenant governor.

An attorney, mentor, philanthropist, and lifelong advocate for education,
Barbara has received numerous honors for her public service. Together, she and
Edward have contributed more than $1.7 million to Tougaloo College and Jackson
State University and supported scholarships for dozens of students.

Blackmon & Blackmon, PLLC

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Tales of a Wyoming Cowboy

 

Memoir / Nonfiction

Date Published: October 16, 2006

Publisher: The Lowell Press

 

 

Camp Coffee is not just about a person-Grant Beck-and his stories, it’s
about a way of life-the cowboy way of life. Most people will never feel the
warmth of a high mountain campfire or experience the eye-burning smoke
wafting from the branding coals. Few will have any firsthand experience of
what the American cowboy was all about. Lots of books have been penned about
lots of cowboys, both fictitous and real. But few cowboys have touched as
many people in the encouraging way that Grant Beck has through his chosen
profession. This is a must-have volume for all that are drawn to the essence
of the western experience.

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Camp Coffee is not just about a person – Grant Beck – and his stories, it’s about a way of life – the cowboy way of life. Most of our children, but especially their children, will never feel the warmth of a high mountain camp fire or eye-burning smoke off the branding coals. The twentieth century half-heartedly embraced the legacy of the American West. Few born into this century will have any firsthand experience of what the American cowboy was all about. Lots of books have been penned about lots of cowboys, both fictitious and real. But few cowboys have touched as many people in the encouraging way that Grant has through his chosen profession.

While destiny is a debatable notion, I certainly feel there was some higher order leading me to Pinedale, Wyoming, the Two Bar Spear Ranch, and Grant Beck. For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a cowboy.

Heading west from Kansas City to Wyoming in a ’66 Mustang, I was fully prepared to trade-in my fuel burner for a hay burner. 

Throughout the course of scribing these stories, Willie Nelson’s words ring as true for me now as they did the first time I heard his hit song: “I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy, and lovin’ the cowboy way. Pursuing the life of my high ridin’ heroes…”

Grant Beck is one of my high ridin’ heroes in much the same way his older brother, Wells Beck, was for him. While I chose not to make a career of cowboying, I am privileged to know the man and his life, and compelled to share what I learned with anyone interested in saddling up.

So much of who we evolve to be is tied into those we know and what we’ve done. If you’re blessed, you can thank your parents, as I can, for providing a solid foundation. Hopefully, you all are lucky enough to have met a number of people who’ve made a real difference in your life – like Grant has for me and for so many others. The distinction in the West is that the meaningful difference can come from both the two-legged and four-legged variety. And with a cowboy you can rarely separate the two.

 

 

About the Book

Bob Sullivan, Jr. of Kansas City dreamed of being a cowboy from his
earliest years. Not until an abrupt disillusionment with college athletics
in 1975 did he drop out of school and move to Wyoming to pursue his dream at
age 19. There he met and worked for Grant Beck at the Two Bar Spear Ranch in
Pinedale, WY which had a life-changing impact on the author’s life. His
experiences in Wyoming and subsequent relationship with Grant Beck over the
next 30 years inspired Sullivan to share the remarkable story of Grant Beck
with others.

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Frank Adams Series, Book One

 

Murder/Mystery Thriller

Date Published: 05-16-2023

Publisher: BQB Publishing

 

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It was cold and rainy, with low visibility. A perfect morning for sabotage.
The company jet carrying a Senior VP mysteriously crashes shortly after
taking off from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) says it was an accident.
The victim’s wife says it was murder. Frank Adams, an independent
aviation accident investigator has been hired to find out. Mounting evidence
and an additional murder convince Adams that there was indeed foul play.

As what seemed to be disparate events become increasingly linked, Frank
reveals a crime of international dimensions. Accustomed to working
independently, Frank is forced to call on the help of an old girlfriend as
well as a retired DC cop. But unraveling the truth could cost him his life
as well as the lives of his friends.

 

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EXCERPT

Frank lay shivering in the mud for over an hour, until he was sure they had not taken the road around to this side of the lake. Perhaps they thought he was the first to go through the ice and never made it out from under it. Or maybe they were only after Sal, and either arrogantly or foolishly ignored him. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t take unnecessary chances now, and even though they probably did not know where his cabin was, he decided not to risk going to it. Slowly, stiffly, he got to his knees and gently pushed the reeds aside to look at the lake. It was as black and empty as before, nothing stirred. Tomorrow the hole would be iced over, and Sal would be sealed there until spring, with his pockets stuffed full of money, legal papers, and a gun.

Frank’s hands had numbed to the point where he could not feel the mud that he scraped from his clothes, and his feet were like solid blocks of wood. He started up the hill, careful to place his feet on firm ground. The reeds had given way to thick forest. 

He hooked his arms around tree trunks to pull himself along. By the time he reached the dirt road on this side of the lake, he was beginning to get some feeling back into his extremities.

He remembered once, when he was a young and hungry charter pilot, waiting outside the locked operator’s office in twenty-degree weather for his passenger to return. He couldn’t waste precious aviation fuel just to keep warm, so he spent most of the night sprinting up and down the runway, working up body steam that would soon be drawn away by the cold. Cold was like death. It was always trying to get at you, seeping in under doors, through windows, always drawing life-giving heat out of your body. 

Frank reached the road after one last struggle with the mud and snow. He knew that there was a house several miles down the road. He didn’t know the people, but that didn’t matter now. All he could think about was the cold that threatened to kill him.

He started to run down the road, flapping his arms like a grounded bird in an absurd attempt at flight. The movement warmed him a little but running in this kind of total darkness was impossible. The road was muddy and invisible beneath him. Trotting worked a little better, and nothing interfered with flapping his arms. He pumped up a little more body heat and concentrated on his arms to forget about the cold.

How far was the farmhouse? He had always judged the distance from his cabin. He was not completely sure of his position on the road. He kept trotting, planting his feet firmly in the soft surface of the road, occasionally stumbling but never quite falling.

The glow of car lights appeared behind him. They were hidden by a curve and had not caught him in their direct beams yet. He reached the edge of the road in three long strides, grabbed a small fir tree at the top as he would have grabbed an adversary by the hair, and jumped off the road. The tree bent over ninety degrees and checked his momentum. He released it, and it snapped back upright. It would take more than Frank to break off its maturity.

He worked his way down several feet below road level, digging the toes of his shoes into the ground for support. The car came very slowly, the tires grinding by him overhead. He hoped they were only locals who knew the condition of the road, maybe even the people who lived in the house that he was looking for. But Frank wasn’t thinking of that by the time the car passed.

He was thinking of Baja, California in July. He could almost feel the blistering sun, smell the dry desert air. He could see the blue Pacific glittering all the way to the horizon and hear the refreshing sound of Pacific waves breaking on the rocky shore.

His memory of Baja was so clear that he believed for a few quick moments that he had awakened there. Maybe he had passed out and the people in the car had found him, and somehow his comatose body had been sent to California for treatment at the swimming pool of an elegant hacienda and letting the sun and Pacific revive him.

He abruptly came to, gazed around, and wiped the snow away from his mouth. It tasted like foul ice water. The wind had started to pick up, and it had a Canadian bite to it. Tomorrow everything would be frozen solid. He pushed himself up from the ground, forced several deep swallows of cold air into his lungs, and struggled back up to the road.

About the Author

Daniel V. Meier, Jr

A retired Aviation Safety Inspector for the FAA, Daniel V. Meier, Jr. has
always had a passion for writing. During his college years, he studied
History at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington (UNCW) and American
Literature at The University of Maryland Graduate School.  In 1980 he
published an Action/Thriller, Mendosa’s Treasure with Leisure Books
under the pen name of Vince Daniels.

He worked briefly for the Washington Business Journal as a journalist and
has been a contributing writer/editor for several aviation magazines.
Guidance to Death is a return to a favorite genre of his,
Action/Thriller/with the added intrigue of Murder/Mystery.

Other books by Dan are Blood Before Dawn, the sequel to the award-winning
novel, The Dung Beetles of Liberia. Bloodroot, also an Historical novel is
about the Jamestown settlement in the early 1600’s and No Birds Sing
Here, is a work of Satirical Literary Fiction.

Dan and his wife live in Owings, Maryland, about twenty miles south of
Annapolis and when he’s not writing, they spend their summers sailing on the
Chesapeake Bay.

 

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Frank Adams Series, Book One

 

Murder/Mystery Thriller

Date Published: 05-16-2023

Publisher: BQB Publishing

 

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It was cold and rainy, with low visibility. A perfect morning for sabotage.
The company jet carrying a Senior VP mysteriously crashes shortly after
taking off from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) says it was an accident.
The victim’s wife says it was murder. Frank Adams, an independent
aviation accident investigator has been hired to find out. Mounting evidence
and an additional murder convince Adams that there was indeed foul play.

As what seemed to be disparate events become increasingly linked, Frank
reveals a crime of international dimensions. Accustomed to working
independently, Frank is forced to call on the help of an old girlfriend as
well as a retired DC cop. But unraveling the truth could cost him his life
as well as the lives of his friends.

 

About the Author

Daniel V. Meier, Jr.

A retired Aviation Safety Inspector for the FAA, Daniel V. Meier, Jr. has
always had a passion for writing. During his college years, he studied
History at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington (UNCW) and American
Literature at The University of Maryland Graduate School.  In 1980 he
published an Action/Thriller, Mendosa’s Treasure with Leisure Books
under the pen name of Vince Daniels.

He worked briefly for the Washington Business Journal as a journalist and
has been a contributing writer/editor for several aviation magazines.
Guidance to Death is a return to a favorite genre of his,
Action/Thriller/with the added intrigue of Murder/Mystery.

Other books by Dan are Blood Before Dawn, the sequel to the award-winning
novel, The Dung Beetles of Liberia. Bloodroot, also an Historical novel is
about the Jamestown settlement in the early 1600’s and No Birds Sing
Here, is a work of Satirical Literary Fiction.

Dan and his wife live in Owings, Maryland, about twenty miles south of
Annapolis and when he’s not writing, they spend their summers sailing on the
Chesapeake Bay.

 

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Frank Adams Series, Book One

 

Murder/Mystery Thriller

Date Published: 05-16-2023

Publisher: BQB Publishing

 

photo add-to-goodreads-button_zpsc7b3c634.png

 

It was cold and rainy, with low visibility. A perfect morning for sabotage.
The company jet carrying a Senior VP mysteriously crashes shortly after
taking off from Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.

The National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) says it was an accident.
The victim’s wife says it was murder. Frank Adams, an independent
aviation accident investigator has been hired to find out. Mounting evidence
and an additional murder convince Adams that there was indeed foul play.

As what seemed to be disparate events become increasingly linked, Frank
reveals a crime of international dimensions. Accustomed to working
independently, Frank is forced to call on the help of an old girlfriend as
well as a retired DC cop. But unraveling the truth could cost him his life
as well as the lives of his friends.

 

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Frank lay shivering in the mud for over an hour, until he was sure they had
not taken the road around to this side of the lake. Perhaps they thought he
was the first to go through the ice and never made it out from under it. Or
maybe they were only after Sal, and either arrogantly or foolishly ignored
him. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t take unnecessary chances now, and even
though they probably did not know where his cabin was, he decided not to
risk going to it. Slowly, stiffly, he got to his knees and gently pushed the
reeds aside to look at the lake. It was as black and empty as before,
nothing stirred. Tomorrow the hole would be iced over, and Sal would be
sealed there until spring, with his pockets stuffed full of money, legal
papers, and a gun.

Frank’s hands had numbed to the point where he could not feel the mud that
he scraped from his clothes, and his feet were like solid blocks of wood. He
started up the hill, careful to place his feet on firm ground. The reeds had
given way to thick forest.

He hooked his arms around tree trunks to pull himself along. By the time he
reached the dirt road on this side of the lake, he was beginning to get some
feeling back into his extremities.

He remembered once, when he was a young and hungry charter pilot, waiting
outside the locked operator’s office in twenty-degree weather for his
passenger to return. He couldn’t waste precious aviation fuel just to keep
warm, so he spent most of the night sprinting up and down the runway,
working up body steam that would soon be drawn away by the cold. Cold was
like death. It was always trying to get at you, seeping in under doors,
through windows, always drawing life-giving heat out of your body.

Frank reached the road after one last struggle with the mud and snow. He
knew that there was a house several miles down the road. He didn’t know the
people, but that didn’t matter now. All he could think about was the cold
that threatened to kill him.

He started to run down the road, flapping his arms like a grounded bird in
an absurd attempt at flight. The movement warmed him a little but running in
this kind of total darkness was impossible. The road was muddy and invisible
beneath him. Trotting worked a little better, and nothing interfered with
flapping his arms. He pumped up a little more body heat and concentrated on
his arms to forget about the cold.

How far was the farmhouse? He had always judged the distance from his
cabin. He was not completely sure of his position on the road. He kept
trotting, planting his feet firmly in the soft surface of the road,
occasionally stumbling but never quite falling.

The glow of car lights appeared behind him. They were hidden by a curve and
had not caught him in their direct beams yet. He reached the edge of the
road in three long strides, grabbed a small fir tree at the top as he would
have grabbed an adversary by the hair, and jumped off the road. The tree
bent over ninety degrees and checked his momentum. He released it, and it
snapped back upright. It would take more than Frank to break off its
maturity.

He worked his way down several feet below road level, digging the toes of
his shoes into the ground for support. The car came very slowly, the tires
grinding by him overhead. He hoped they were only locals who knew the
condition of the road, maybe even the people who lived in the house that he
was looking for. But Frank wasn’t thinking of that by the time the car
passed.

He was thinking of Baja, California in July. He could almost feel the
blistering sun, smell the dry desert air. He could see the blue Pacific
glittering all the way to the horizon and hear the refreshing sound of
Pacific waves breaking on the rocky shore.

His memory of Baja was so clear that he believed for a few quick moments
that he had awakened there. Maybe he had passed out and the people in the
car had found him, and somehow his comatose body had been sent to California
for treatment at the swimming pool of an elegant hacienda and letting the
sun and Pacific revive him.

He abruptly came to, gazed around, and wiped the snow away from his mouth.
It tasted like foul ice water. The wind had started to pick up, and it had a
Canadian bite to it. Tomorrow everything would be frozen solid. He pushed
himself up from the ground, forced several deep swallows of cold air into
his lungs, and struggled back up to the road.

About the Author

Daniel V. Meier, Jr.

A retired Aviation Safety Inspector for the FAA, Daniel V. Meier, Jr. has
always had a passion for writing. During his college years, he studied
History at the University of North Carolina, Wilmington (UNCW) and American
Literature at The University of Maryland Graduate School.  In 1980 he
published an Action/Thriller, Mendosa’s Treasure with Leisure Books
under the pen name of Vince Daniels.

He worked briefly for the Washington Business Journal as a journalist and
has been a contributing writer/editor for several aviation magazines.
Guidance to Death is a return to a favorite genre of his,
Action/Thriller/with the added intrigue of Murder/Mystery.

Other books by Dan are Blood Before Dawn, the sequel to the award-winning
novel, The Dung Beetles of Liberia. Bloodroot, also an Historical novel is
about the Jamestown settlement in the early 1600’s and No Birds Sing
Here, is a work of Satirical Literary Fiction.

Dan and his wife live in Owings, Maryland, about twenty miles south of
Annapolis and when he’s not writing, they spend their summers sailing on the
Chesapeake Bay.

 

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