Why Did I Write My Book
Thanks to my grandmother, I took a liking to writing at an early age. She instilled in me the importance of reaching out to relatives across the miles by letters. At first she’d have me add a paragraph or two at the end of her own typed-written ones. Eventually I started mailing out my own letters and cards and quite contented in doing so.
The one statement I’ve been told since early on was that I have “a way with words”. I quickly found comfort taking pen to paper as I found expression, void of any nervousness or interruptions to my train of thought.
The idea of a book didn’t occur to me until a few years ago. My motivation in writing my story initiated because of my children. Upon reflection, I felt they needed to know some of the hardships that I endured. Their thinking me as some kind of superwoman didn’t negate the fact that I had my own share of meltdowns, loneliness and at times felt powerless. They needed to know that life’s entire journey did not take me to a happy place. Although I endured some hardships along the way, I also discovered strength because of the struggles. I was a mess, but God healed my messes and turned them into a message of hope, survival and forgiveness.
The beauty in my writing endeavors was to find how others needed to hear my story for inspiration. My journey is one of God’s grace and how He turned my weakness into a pillar of strength when I needed it the most. As I learned to rely in Him in the valleys, I recognized Him in the mountain tops. I am no longer a victim, alone or afraid.
My book, “Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace” carries a young girl through the shadows of her mother’s choices and on through an abusive marriage. It is an incredible story of survival in the face of hopelessness, and learning to forgive against all odds.
Title: Running in Heels: A Memoir of Grit and Grace
Paperback: 360 pages
Genre: Christian Living, Inspirational, Memoir, Nonfiction
Author: Mary A. Pérez
Publisher: Chart House Press, LLC (January 28, 2015)
About The Author
Mary A. Pérez was born in the Bronx, raised in Miami, and now resides in Texas with her husband of twenty years. Her award-winning essays have appeared in La Respuesta and Sofrito for Your Soul.
About The Book
“More than a memoir—this book is a promise of hope for anyone who was abandoned as a child, to anyone who woke up hungry and went to bed hungrier every day, for every wife who has loved a husband who left bruises on her heart and on her body.”
Somewhere between stealing cold cuts from stray cats and watching a stranger leave her mother’s bed after breaking in through their bedroom window, Mary figured out that her family was dirt poor. Worse than her empty stomach, she was hungry for acceptance and love. She thought she found it when her baby sister was born and she became her “mommy”, taking care of her needs as best she could at the age of seven. Then she had to say goodbye over a small white casket.
Mary’s grandparents, first generation immigrants from Puerto Rico, took her in and gave her a glimpse of faith and stability. For a brief, shining spell, she had a real home—until they decided that Mama needed her. They may have been right, but Mama needed more than a little girl could give and Mary lost her way again.
Just out of Juvy Hall, Mary found a knight in shining armor to take her away. She became a teenage bride to a man twice her age—a man as deeply enslaved to booze as every “step-dad” she’d had as a child. She loved him anyway, even wearing the bruises he gave her, even when she tried to leave him to give their children a better life. Despite her fear and loneliness, she never imagined it would take a gunshot in the middle of the night to teach her courage. She was even more surprised when rediscovered faith paved the path to forgiveness after so many years of pain.
Running in Heels is a memoir of the grit and grace that carried a young girl through the shadows of her mother’s choices and on through an abusive marriage. Mary A. Pérez narrates an incredible story of survival in the face of hopelessness, and learning to forgive against all odds.
A story of coming of age, and coming into grace.
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Book Review of Death by Autopsy A Toni Day Mystery
Written by: Jane Bennett Munro
Publish Date: 2014
Buy Link: http://goo.gl/wIrWu2
Rating: 5 bookmarks
Book Review by Nicole Harmon
I absolutely loved this novel and could actually work out the mystery and solve it by the end. Psst- I WON’T RUIN FOR YOU. A summary of the novel is that one night Toni Day the pathologist at the Cascade Hospital came upon the half submerged vehicle of Dwayne and Beulah Pritchard. She quickly had her parents who were in the car at the same time, call the police and she attempted to get the one body out of Beulah. They all thought that Beulah was dead but upon beginning preliminaries for the autopsy Beulah indicated signs of life. “Watch this.” I wasn’t at all sure I’d really seen what I thought I’d seen—or that anything would happen when I gave Beulah a command, but I tried anyway.
“Beulah! Squeeze my hand.” P 22 She called the emergency room and they picked her up and put her in ICU.
While she was in ICU they brought her husband in and he was dead. “Hello there, young lady,” Rollie Perkins intoned. “We’ve got another autopsy for you.”
“That’s the one. Name’s Dwayne Pritchard. When do you think you can do it, Doctor?” p35
As they did the autopsy on Dwayne Pritchard it became evident that he was murdered at his house and that Beulah had placed him in her car and then drove it into the water. According to the autopsy Dwayne had a depressed skull fracture and the remainder are from his having cancer.
When Beulah died two days later, her autopsy proceeded with no problems. Of note in this section of the book is how important the two autopsies are and her history. Specifically, it says that she also had cancer. And that they were both in terminal stages of cancer. I will explain my thinking about this point later.
The investigation of the house found suggestions that Dwayne was killed there and a third party was involved. But nothing else turned up. It was in the investigation into Beulah’s life where everything came to note. She had a previous marriage in which her son was murdered and the persons involved are the very same people that her current husband works with at a company. All the evidence looks to a problem with money for one couple. I will not spoil the end for you. I believe that you will have to read for yourself.
I give this book 5 bookmarks. Excellent writing in a field that I know nothing about. The author is a medical pathologist and explains the medical terms in simple layman’s terms. The police investigation is also explained the same way. So too is the legal system. This book to me is like a primer. You can easily understand if you follow what she is talking about and find the criminal all on your own. For those who like whodunit this is a good book. For those who like medical thrillers or mysteries this is a good book.
Disclosure: I was not paid for this review but given the book in exchange for the review.
From her point of view
He promised me a night to rival all our dates together.
I am not one to have sex with another female but I will date another female.
And that is how I met my boyfriend, Trey.
He is tall yella bruther
With a huge broad chest
And an accent to die for.
Nia is my name
I am in love with my man.
I am an average height woman who comes up to his shoulders in heels.
That man has given me the best O of my life.
My girlfriend has promised me a night to rival all of our dates combined.
She is a tall light skinned pretty faced female
Her measurements are 36-28-36
Her shoe size is a 9
Her dress size is a medium
I wasn’t a lesbian or thought of lesbianism until she kissed me
I said Get the hell out to my boyfriend
And kicked his sorry ass to the curb
And I shouted to the rooftops how I felt about my girl
My measurements are 36-28-36
We borrow everything from each other
She is my better half
I really love her
His point of view
My girlfriend of three years is a beautiful white woman
I was always against interracial relationships
She was the one who helped me raise my son after my former girlfriend died
She was the one who helped me get my job
She was the one who said leave the stage and work for your self
This is now the third year of our relationship
And we are discussing marriage
I didn’t want to ask her to marry me
I didn’t want to ask her to move in with me
But I did want to do something nice
So I sent her a telegram
Invited her to dinner
At the DARBY
Afterwards we would go for a drive in the park
And there we would with a permit pitch a tent and spend the night
The kids are taken care of.
I told my boyfriend that we were going to paint the town
Dress in our best dress clothes
Wear our spit shine shoes
Take in a show
And then go home
To have a wild night of sex
And then you know what my baby did
He proposed before I could pop
So our Valentines Day
Is at the folks
Announcing our engagement
I am going to a summit tomorrow on violence. It is the National Summit on Non-Violence. For so many years we have heard preached that we should practice non-violence. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and eventually Malcolm X; in the stories about their lives they moved to the opposite’s person position. So here is my take on it before I go and then I will tell more when I return with pictures and a recording hopefully of the summit.
The state of affairs of African American relations with the police have always been fraught with problems, violence, ignorance and idiocy. The idiocy is us thinking that the law had our back. The ignorance is us thinking that the law had our back. The violence is us thinking that the law had our back. The problem is us thinking that the law had our back. On the flip side is that the problems we had is us thinking that we were in the right when we were sometimes in the wrong. The violence is because we thought it was safe to reach into our bag. We thought it was safe to go for our sunglasses. We thought it was safe for us to talk with the police. And the ignorance and the idiocy comes from the people who watch and listen and try to make sense; so they loot and they kill and sometimes they make worse. But isn’t good.
Hopefully as people learn the art of non violent protest they will decide that it’s better to fight as a group with a mind of like convictions that will not destroy the town or state we live in. Because the ignorance is that the man who committed the crime if he is a cop may more than likely get off. And the family left behind will have nothing but anger and hatred. Yes hatred. It’s like I have my baby in my body for nine months go through hours of labor with him and in less than an hour you can take my baby’s life. And I am supposed to want to go and shake your hand while my baby lies dead. Now you may not like me for saying that but I am a young woman; I have seen television and heard about my friends dying and also read stories. But the problem is that the situation with Ferguson has escalated as most situations do to violence. Apparently even the Klu Kluxx Klan is involved. I have to say although I am not a white supremacist I believe that they shouldn’t align themselves with that. And I read an article which supported that. Count them five different versions of the event all support the same conviction- he was murdered by a cop. No gun confirmed by the person who was actually with him. No stolen merchandise as far they can see. Videotape which shows him apparently trying to rob a store patron. What was on his person that was the proof? And the man is down the street from the store. The reason for him stopping and trying to arrest him was what? Did he receive the call? From the store? And then they ran down the street until one was dead and the other was alive. And then all the witnesses’ reports and the autopsy’s seem to corroborate the version of events told by the witnesses. Now the protests have started and some of the violence is noted on television. The National Guard has been called out; the police are in riot gear and the Attorney General himself Holder has made a visit.
So here is what I hope to accomplish at the summit- networking; an opinion of people on non-violent protest; pictures; possible blog entries and new friends hopefully. I hope to have a good conclusion to my article and also a good start to a conversation around the blogosphere. So until tomorrow I bid you goodnight. 082314 @ 1:48 am.
August 25, 2014
I attended the summit on Saturday. Let me take you through the day. I left the house around 5:45 am and then we didn’t arrive there in DC until 10 am. It took us a couple turns around the block to find parking and then when we got inside they had already started although they were running behind. We saw three panels and then didn’t stay for lunch. I was too cold.
Let me share with you some of the pictures I took and you can see for yourself what it was like. See pictures.
The idea for the summit was good. I re-listened to it as I taped it. But I think you had to be there. To break it down- the idea was to discuss ways to help educate ourselves about non-violence and ways we could help each other out. How to help our children and how to help ourselves. How to handle our encounters with the police and all. How to handle encounters with others.
It was good to see a lot of black faces altogether in a room. All different walks of life and religions. Old and Young. The day was a good day to come together and talk.