Sylvia Colley's extraordinary understanding of a woman's struggle to deal with grief, the denial, the anger, the loneliness, is described without sentimentality. A beautifully written and moving story
Holly and Heather share their story and help to walk the reader through the painful yet necessary healing process for when life deals us its harshest blows. Dancing on my ashes soothes and empathizes with the broken heart, while sharing the truth of scripture, and the hope that comes from the heart of God.
Bella was bursting with pride as she prepared for her daughter ́s wedding. It was hard for her to imagine being any happier. Little did she know that with the wedding only twenty-four hours away, her world would soon be spiraling out of control after meeting and falling madly in love with a man eighteen years her junior and the nephew of her soon to be son-in-law. Painfully Bella finds out that, "These Shoes Don ́t Fit".
An American soldier from inside the helicopter grabbed my tiny hand. On my back, I had my little girl, Xuân Nga. To make matters even more difficult, I was three months pregnant. My body was swinging in the air outside the helicopter. My husband, with our son, Quốc Trang, on his back, was tied to my wrist and, with his other hand, clung to my ankle. As our helicopter began to lift off in the dark, those who could not get onboard grabbed the landing gear and clung to it, only to lose their grip as the helicopter rose high into the sky and headed out to sea. My husband and I touched each other once we got inside the helicopter to make sure we still had both children on our backs. Looking out at the landscape below, we saw that the airport and much of Saigon was burning. A great sadness came over us. We were saying goodbye to all that we had ever known. Tears fell from my eyes as I thought about my brothers and sister left behind in that burning city. I tried to keep my eyes wide open so I could capture the memories of my last minutes in Việt Nam, but I saw only the vivid red and orange of a burning airport and city as the helicopter took us higher into the sky.
A provocative fusion of truth and fiction fill the pages of this memoir. Annie Mae relives her life from innocence to a world of poverty, abuse, neglect, and alcoholism. On a not-so-pretty trip down memory lane, she travels across Texas panning for love, food, and shelter. The characters that come in and out of her life resemble members from a museum of oddities. She leaves no stone unturned with raw dialogue about her clandestine encounters, her unscrupulous family, and the faith that pulls her through.
In a perfect world, when you meet your Soulmate you know it. The moment you meet your whole life changes. This person makes you forget about everyone else. From that moment on you are totally in love with them. They are on your mind all the time. You see their face everywhere you look. You get married and spend the rest of your life loving each other till death do you part. But in the real world, when you meet someone you make yourself believe this person is the one. You want to believe they are the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. But life don’t always go the way you plan. So during your lifetime you have many experiences that will set the tone for your life. What you learn from those experiences will shape and mold you into the person that you will become.
AUTHOR UP CLOSE. I have been a contractor most of my adult life. This is actually a second career for me. Hopefully you have enjoyed many of my lyrics in this book. Some words I spelled wrong on purpose, I guess you know that by now. I did so the end of the word would have the effect I wanted; many lyricists do that. If by chance there are others, then shame on me and my spell check. Grammar never was my best subject. I’m married with six children and nine grandchildren. Working in any form has been my many hobbies. This is my first edition of Your Own Song to Sing. I will be doing additional editions, probably one a year for the next four or five years. Without writing any new material, I have enough to fill that many books, and yes, I’m still writing. Again I surely hope to see some of you that use my lyrics, if not on center stage when the awards come around. Meanwhile All Stay Well.—SAVERIO
Joining the Army in 1943, Duane Fisher went on to fight with the famous 101st Airborne "Screaming Eagles" in the 501st Parachute Infantry Division (PIR). Jumping in Normandy and Holland, surrounded in Bastogne, celebrating in Paris and receiving wounds along the way, Duane goes on to be a successful recruiter in the Philadelphia area for many years. Korea calls him away from home in 1954 as does Vietnam in the late 1960's.
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, here would be no dance and there is only the dance. (T. S. Eliot. Four Quartets) The metaphor of the dance is one I have chosen to describe the movement of the Spirit in my life as pastor in a small Protestant congregation in northern California during 197888. I dance a light and joyful dance when I remember that God in Christ is the still point of the dance around which the various parts of myself arrange themselves. As the people of God and I dance together we become a healing energy field in which the Holy Spirit powerfully moves . I have written this book in gratitude for the gift of the presence of the Christ as the creator of our dance together with all creation. It is a book for pastors and for students in training for church ministry, but it is for lovers, parents, business executives, and teachers as well. I invite you, my brothers and sisters, to dance with me. From a colleague: Your book is very good; very readable, very insightful and sometimes profound. I appreciate your open (and courageous) description of your personal spiritual journey, also your description of Psychosynthesis and its possible manner of application to ones self and to the activity of the Church. . . . I think . . . that your work could be particularly helpful as a teaching tool for ministers and Seminarians. THE PASTOR WHO LEARNED TO DANCE: HOW I LEARNED TO BE MYSELF IN THE CHURCH by Howard S. Fuller
Born two months premature in Sual, Pangasinan, Rosario Wilson became the latest addition to a superstitious family. Smaller and more sickly than others her age, Rosario bravely embarked on a challenging life journey that would one day cause her to realize that no matter what the income or social background, every human being has the ability to dream. In her compelling memoir, Rosario reveals how she learned to have faith in herself in order to achieve her dreams. Rosario begins with her childhood in the Philippines, providing a captivating glimpse into what life was like for a young girl whose mother worked several jobs in order to make ends meet. From working in rice fields to serving as a live-in maid, her mother's example soon taught Rosario how to survive even when life seemed unfair. As Rosario details her journey into young adulthood and how she grew to love a man who had much to learn, she reveals how patience and wisdom eventually led her to attain the life she had always imagined for herself. This true story of one woman's journey through life shares an inspiring message that the size of a person never need limit the size of a dream.