Caressing Me As I Grow Old! Is a book of poetry written as the author was facing the turmoil of the Covid Virus and in the process was realizing that she was getting older where she no longer could travel or most of the time even walk without a cane. She informed her family and friends that she had been through a lot in life and did not want to be stricken by the virus and facing death. The poetry in this book reflects the author’s concerns and her desire to have an effective vaccination avail-able to mankind, which did eventually come.
A history of aging in America surveys and compares actualities and attitudes in the eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth centuries and suggests practical improvements on the current inadequate system of pensions, social security, medicare, and other programs.
A groundbreaking approach to aging from one of France's best- known clinical psychologists. How should we accept growing old? It's an inevitable progression and yet in Western society the very subject of aging is often taboo and shrouded in anxiety and shame. Not anymore, says Marie de Hennezel, an internationally renowned clinical psychologist and bestselling author. Now that our lives are longer and richer than ever before, it's imperative to demystify our greatest fear and cultivate a positive awareness of aging. In this timely and essential book, de Hennezel offers a fresh perspective on the art of growing old. She confronts head-on the inevitable grief we sustain at the loss of our youth and explains how refusing to age and move forward in life is actually what makes us become old. Combining personal anecdotes with psychological theory, philosophy, and eye-opening scientific research from around the world, she shows why we should look forward to embracing everything aging has to offer in terms of human and spiritual enrichment. The Art of Growing Old is a thought-provoking, brave, and uplifting meditation on the later years as they should be lived.
Dark Shade of Black is a collection of 49 verses inspired by the agony of love, life and heartbreak. And so I find/Through battles fierce/That knights be but/The choice of few Endowed and gifted/To hearts of snow. White as snow/And cold as white/Who says that dark/Is shade of black? White be greater far/The agony bright/Crushing, squeezing/My heart so tight The verses reveal a journey outlined by reflection and struggle, purpose and indifference; of the stark reality that there is no greater pain than knowing that in essence, we are, for all purposes, truly alone and also yet, that there is life after the pain and the agony. In it, the darkest nights are also the ones that drive us to find a deeper meaning, a greater purpose to that which we call life. Pain in a sense catalyses, forces and propels us to look within. Dark Shade of Black is then to some degree, a reflection and a humble submission of the trials, struggles and the aches that is faced at some level, by one and all and also a glance into the reality and promise of hope.
He was the best thing that ever happened to her… Born into wealth and privilege, former party girl Madison Daniels has come to New York to make a fresh start. Determined to change her wild ways, she never expects to meet a man who just might change her destiny. Jamaican-born Stevenson Elliott is everything she's ever wanted. He's handsome, intelligent, wealthy—and the billionaire heir seems equally unable to resist their sensual attraction. But then Madison's past indiscretions come back to haunt her, and his family vows to never approve of their romance. Used to getting what she wants, Madison now must find a way to convince Stevenson that a lifetime with her is worth more than his family's billions.… The Daniels sisters—young, beautiful socialites who are about to find love in the real world…
Homo Sum is a historical novel that features a story of early centuries of Christianity in Egypt. This carefully crafted ebook is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. "Hermas had hastened onwards without delay. He had already reached the last bend of the path he had followed down the ravine, and he saw at his feet the long narrow valley and the gleaming waters of the stream, which here fertilized the soil of the desert. He looked down on lofty palms and tamarisk shrubs innumerable, among which rose the houses of the inhabitants, surrounded by their little gardens and small carefully- irrigated fields; already he could hear the crowing of a cock and the hospitable barking of a dog, sounds which came to him like a welcome from the midst of that life for which he yearned, accustomed as he was to be surrounded day and night by the deep and lonely stillness of the rocky heights."
"God grant it!" exclaimed the young man. "I have heard nothing from my family for two months. That is hard. Pleasures smile along every path, and I like my profession of soldier, but it often grieves me sorely to hear so little from home. Oh! if one were only a bird, a sunbeam, or a shooting-star, one might, if only for the twinkling of an eye, learn how matters go at home and fill the soul with fresh gratitude, or, if it must be—but I will not think of that. In the valley of the Saale, the trees are blossoming and a thousand flowers deck all the meadows, just as they do here, and did there two years ago, when I left home for the second time. "After my father's death I was the heir, but neither hunting nor riding to court, neither singing nor the clinking of beakers could please me. I went about like a sleep-walker, and it seemed as if I had no right to live without my father. Then—it is now just two years ago—a messenger brought from Weimar a letter which had come from Italy with several others, addressed to our most gracious sovereign; it contained the news that our lost brother was still alive, lying sick and wretched in the hospital at Bergamo. A kind nun had written for him, and we now learned that on the journey from Valencia to Livorno Louis had been captured by corsairs and dragged to Tunis. How much suffering he endured there, with what danger he at last succeeded in obtaining his liberty, you shall learn later. He escaped to Italy on a Genoese galley. His feet carried him as far as Bergamo, but he could go no farther, and now lay ill, perhaps dying, among sympathizing strangers. I set out at once and did not spare horseflesh on the way to Bergamo, but though there were many strange and beautiful things to be seen on my way, they afforded me little pleasure, the thought of Louis, so dangerously ill, saddened my joyous spirits. Every running brook urged me to hasten, and the lofty mountains seemed like jealous barriers. When once beyond St. Gotthard I felt less anxious, and as I rode down from Bellinzona to Lake Lugano, and the sparkling surface of the water beyond the city smiled at me like a blue eye, forgot my grief for a time, waved my hat, and sung a song. In Bergamo I found my brother, alive, but enfeebled in mind and body, weak, and without any desire to take up the burden of life again. He had been in good hands, and after a few weeks we were able to travel homeward—this time I went through beautiful Tyrol. Louis's strength daily increased, but the wings of his soul had been paralyzed by suffering. Alas, for long years he had dug and carried heavy loads, with chains on his feet, beneath a broiling sun. Chevalier von Brand could not long endure this hard fate, but Louis, while in Tunis, forgot both how to laugh and weep, and which of the two can be most easily spared?
