Harriet Jacobs, whose memoir was the first book-length autobiography written by a formerly enslaved African American woman, died in...

I began writing my memoir because it was something I had always wanted to do, and I was running out of excuses not to. I didn't write it...

“When you open a door for yourself, you sometimes open a door for others.” We need be to true to our own inner voice- what we know to be...

Deep gratitude to John J. Geoghegan, bestselling author of HEAR TODAY, GONE TOMORROW, Operation Storm, and When Giants Ruled The Sky for...

I might never understand why or even how I left one abusive situation, only to blindly join another. Maybe the key is that I was blind,...

When I struggle with less than generous thoughts about others, I often wonder where these thoughts come from. That is not like me, I say...

I used to think I was the family secret. The annoyance in the room that everyone tried their best to ignore to keep the party bright. The...

What does surviving trauma mean? Does it mean simply that we lived past it and came out alive? Does it mean because we lived, and perhaps...

Being an unwanted (step) child is a lonely life. You learn quickly that you do not belong; that no one wants you around, and that no one...

As many in the world celebrates Yom Kippur, the holiest day in the Jewish calendar, the Day of Atonement, a time when all vows to God and...

Frank McCourt said, " a happy childhood is hardly worth your while,” and yet it’s what we desperately want to give our children, even if...

When I showed my husband this photograph that a relative recently found, he said "You look exactly the same." Only on the outside, I...

Hybrid Publishing Spreads Its Wings (publishersweekly.com)

Not many times in our lifetimes do we meet someone who steps away from doing the easy thing-the way things are always done-to be part of...

After writing 74 carefully researched query letters for which I received almost no response and being told that no traditional publisher...

I was raised to always think of others, never myself. Maybe you were too. As a mother, I am committed to the task at hand, toiling...

We are told girls...all children need their mothers, and we do. But how are we affected; how do we develop when we lose our mothers at a...

My mother at her high school graduation, eighteen months before she had me, and two years before she died leaving me motherless at six...

Back in the day, when I was a sixteen-year-old lost soul, in the small town of Jackson Heights, outside the bigger island of Manhattan, I...