Laurie Martin

When lamps and electronic devices began turning themselves on and off in my home and I continually woke at 3:30 a.m. with a headache, I felt the living presence of my father who had been dead for seventeen years. I would learn that the veil between our two worlds was no more than a state of mind. Mediumship is not the stuff of Hollywood Horror movies—it is a naturally occurring grace bestowed upon the grieving by loved ones in spirit. If the living will only open their eyes—there is a whole new world to gain.

Chemist Elizabeth Zott is not your average woman. In fact, Elizabeth Zott would be the first to point out that there is no such thing as an average woman. But it’s the early 1960s and her all-male team at Hastings Research Institute takes a very unscientific view of equality. Except for one: Calvin Evans; the lonely, brilliant, Nobel–prize nominated grudge-holder who falls in love with—of all things—her mind. True chemistry results.

Kentucky, 1850. An enslaved groom named Jarret and a bay foal forge a bond of understanding that will carry the horse to record-setting victories across the South. When the nation erupts in civil war, an itinerant young artist who has made his name on paintings of the racehorse takes up arms for the Union. On a perilous night, he reunites with the stallion and his groom, very far from the glamor of any racetrack.