In this nineteenth-century historical saga from a “born storyteller,” a woman from a prominent family becomes pregnant by her father’s hired hand(Bedfordshire Times). Beth Ward and Tyler Blacklock share a love they know will last forever. But Beth is daughter to prosperous land developer Richard Ward and Tyler a mere employee. Vowing to stand by each other while Tyler makes his fortune, the couple share one unforgettable night that changes everything . . . Their secret betrayed, Beth is banished in disgrace from the family home. She takes the northbound train and alights at Blackburn, friendless, alone and carrying Tyler’s unborn child. Taken in by warm-hearted Maisie Armstrong, a widow with two children of her own, fortune seems to be finally smiling on Beth. Money is scarce, but love abounds in the cozy house on Larkhill, and she is content there to await the birth of her child. But Beth cannot forget Tyler, and as her due date approaches her desperate search for the truth drives her towards an uncertain future.
Tears have an exceptional ability to expose our deepest feelings, acting as a conduit for the expression of our anguish, sadness, and joy. In this short and powerful book, we frequently identify tears with vulnerable times shared in the presence of others, where empathy and comfort are offered in kind. There is, however, a profound and intimate realm of tears-the times when we find ourselves crying alone, cocooned in seclusion. The feeling of crying takes on a distinct and complicated dimension in these moments, as the wordless depths of our emotions resonate within us, unheard and unseen by the outside world. When we mourn alone, the weight of our grief is carried only by our hearts. Solitude is a weight that only our hearts bear. The loneliness can be palpable, forcing us to confront our emotions in a solitary dance between darkness and light. As we grapple with the lack of a comforting touch, a sympathetic ear, or a reassuring presence, the full character of our vulnerability appears. We are left to navigate the huge expanse of our emotions, facing the raw depth of our pain. Nonetheless, this solo statement is a tremendous and transformational experience. Crying alone creates a sacred space in which we can explore the depths of our emotions without being judged or interrupted. It becomes a haven for catharsis, an intimate meeting with our inner selves, and a chance for significant self-discovery. We can peel back the layers of our emotional armor and confront the hidden realities that dwell within us in the solitude of our sobs. We will delve into the multifaceted landscape of sobbing alone in this inquiry, analyzing the burden of solitude, the depths of emotional release, and the need for connection and understanding. We shall venture into the unknown territory of vulnerability, shedding light on the healing power of tears that transcend physical presence. We hope that by going on this journey, we can build empathy and understanding for individuals who have silently shed tears in the darkness, as well as shed light on the transforming potential of this profoundly human experience. Join us on a meditative journey into the experience of crying alone-a symphony of emotions reverberating within the chambers of our hearts, urging us to embrace the power of tears as a conduit for healing, growth, and connection.
Ignorance breeds confidence. What you don't know won't hurt you. What you don't fear… will kill you. The unthinkable has happened. We are at war.Across a crippled America—struggling to rebuild in the after effects of what has happened—one woman faces a different battle. Separated from her family in the midst of a violent war upon American soil, she returns home to find her husband has died, her mother has been murdered and her children are gone. Through the chaotic torn country, with limited means of resources and communication, she begins a search. A search she will not give up not matter what the cost until she is reunited with her children, or finds a painful truth in what has become of them.
Using the diary she kept as a teenager and through news accounts, Melba Pattillo Beals relives the harrowing year when she was selected as one of the first nine students to integrate Central High School in Little Rock, Arkansas, in 1957.
Last night I found a missing person poster for myself when I was 8 years old. I've never been missing- or at least I don't think I have. With my deceitful family, though, anything is possible. As a 40-year-old woman, I've spent decades trying to build a life entirely separate from what I experienced back in Scarlet Falls. But now, it seems I have no choice but to go back to the lunacy that I raced away from years ago. Scarlet Falls holds on to its secrets tightly; those secrets often turn to forgotten dust in the ground. Finding the truth seems like an insurmountable obstacle. My mother's mind is fading. My narcissistic sister is trying to manipulate me. The tight-lipped sheriff won't talk. The inscrutable hermit farmhand is far from helpful. But I simply cannot live without knowing the truth. I have no choice but to travel back to the most dreadful place that holds all my nightmares. It's now or never.
