The story of a solo, off-tracks Sahara expedition where despite confiscation of his maps and satellite images mid-Sahara the author went on to complete a demanding 700-mile off-piste route to visit and photograph the extraordinary landscapes he was determined to see.
Our obsession with bigger and faster is spinning us out of control. We move through the week breathless and bustling, just trying to keep up while longing to slow down. But real life happens in the small moments, the kind we find on Tuesday, the most ordinary day of the week. Tuesday carries moments we want to hold onto--as well as ones we'd rather leave behind. It holds secrets we can't see in a hurry--secrets not just for our schedules but for our souls. It offers us a simple bench on which to sit, observe, and share our stories. For those being pulled under by the strong current of expectation, comparison, and hurry, relief is found more in our small moments than in our fast movements. In Simply Tuesday, Emily P. Freeman helps readers · stop dreading small beginnings and embrace today's work · find contentment in the now--even when the now is frustrating or discouraging · replace competition with compassion · learn to breathe in a breathless world Jesus lived small moments well, slow moments fully, and all moments free. He lives with us still, on all our ordinary days, creating and redeeming the world both in us and through us, one small moment at a time. It's time to take back Tuesday, to release our obsession with building a life, and believe in the life Christ is building in us--every day.
From hard times to getting it all, one woman must fight to keep her fortune, her family, and her life, in this intense, unpredictable follow-up to Games Women Play . . . By leveraging savvy and basic instincts, Tuesday Knight rose up from running an elite gentleman’s club to becoming the mega-wealthy Beverly Hills wife and business partner of reformed drug kingpin Marcus King. Along with their respectable, law-abiding new life came new names, and a new family. But now the country’s most feared drug lord wants to use Marcus’s legit empire to push her product—and the fallout threatens to be treacherous . . . Soon Tuesday finds herself on the run with her two daughters—and under pressure from a devious FBI agent to help take down the drug lord for good. But to clear the board of enemies and regain her position, and her life, she’ll have to face unexpected betrayals—and play out a shattering endgame . . . Praise for Games Women Play “Games Women Play goes in hard and heavy straight from the gate! Zaire Crown is a bold new voice in urban fiction!” —Noire “An exciting, twisty thrill ride that'll keep you turning the pages to its jaw-dropping conclusion.” —De’nesha Diamond
A remarkable account of the collapse of the Old South and the final years of a young boy’s privileged but afflicted life. LeRoy Wiley Gresham was born in 1847 to an affluent slave-holding family in Macon, Georgia. After a horrific leg injury left him an invalid, the educated, inquisitive, perceptive, and exceptionally witty twelve-year-old began keeping a diary in 1860—just as secession and the Civil War began tearing the country and his world apart. He continued to write even as his health deteriorated until both the war and his life ended in 1865. His unique manuscript of the demise of the Old South is published here for the first time in The War Outside My Window. LeRoy read books, devoured newspapers and magazines, listened to gossip, and discussed and debated important social and military issues with his parents and others. He wrote daily for five years, putting pen to paper with a vim and tongue-in-cheek vigor that impresses even now, more than 150 years later. His practical, philosophical, and occasionally Twain-like hilarious observations cover politics and the secession movement, the long and increasingly destructive Civil War, family pets, a wide variety of hobbies and interests, and what life was like at the center of a socially prominent wealthy family in the important Confederate manufacturing center of Macon. The young scribe often voiced concern about the family’s pair of plantations outside town, and recorded his interactions and relationships with servants as he pondered the fate of human bondage and his family’s declining fortunes. Unbeknownst to LeRoy, he was chronicling his own slow and painful descent toward death in tandem with the demise of the Southern Confederacy. He recorded—often in horrific detail—an increasingly painful and debilitating disease that robbed him of his childhood. The teenager’s declining health is a consistent thread coursing through his fascinating journals. “I feel more discouraged [and] less hopeful about getting well than I ever did before,” he wrote on March 17, 1863. “I am weaker and more helpless than I ever was.” Morphine and a score of other “remedies” did little to ease his suffering. Abscesses developed; nagging coughs and pain consumed him. Alternating between bouts of euphoria and despondency, he often wrote, “Saw off my leg.” The War Outside My Window, edited and annotated by Janet Croon with helpful footnotes and a detailed family biographical chart, captures the spirit and the character of a young privileged white teenager witnessing the demise of his world even as his own body slowly failed him. Just as Anne Frank has come down to us as the adolescent voice of World War II, LeRoy Gresham will now be remembered as the young voice of the Civil War South. Winner, 2018, The Douglas Southall Freeman Award