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I’ve seen us lose our mind in the name of love. Shoot, I remember beating up a girl in college because I caught her wearing my robe, in my boyfriend’s apartment at six in the morning. Ask me why I would jump her and not him? Better yet, ask me what I was doing fighting some chick in the first place. (I just know if I ever become rich and famous that story is going to appear in the tabloids). At the time, I felt like I was doing it in the name of love. I loved him and she was jeopardizing that love.
If you enjoy multi-dimensional stories with good character development, you will enjoy A NEW KIND OF BLISS. Emily Yancy is faced with assisting (or not) her elderly mother with her daily needs, which would require returning to a hometown she hates.
It grew with a family reunion in the country near a cemetery dotted with gravestones of ancestors dated back to the early 1800s. After a funeral, with more pictures and even more stories about two indentured ancestors from the Cameroons and a runaway slave who joined the Union Army, I was hooked.
Do we define ourselves? Or do we allow others to define us? That’s a question women in particular find ourselves facing. We have so many roles to play – daughter, sister, wife, mother, insert-job-title-here – that sometimes we have to remind ourselves who we are and what we really want.
I drop into a seat by the window. The gloomy rain joins the depression that’s circling my soul like a vulture. I reach into my handbag. To distract me I have a Claudia Mair Burney book and my cell phone. I don’t want to call my mom in New Jersey, yet.
Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on
its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing,
but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,
endures all things.
I Corinthians 13: 4-7
My husband is my rock, my sustenance, my manna, he is all that I am, all that I’ll ever need…period. The love I have for him is infinite, meaning, there will not come a day where I will not ever love him. Because of him, I am a better woman.
