Books with title My Mothers' Daughter

Leto, Artemis, Demeter, Persephone: Four goddesses, two mothers and their daughters. Here are their stories, told in the first person with grace and eloquence by Doris Orgel, who has often dealt with classical subjects in her many distinctive books for young people. An accessible text and handsome illustrations by Peter Malone make this a beautiful, as well as significant, book.

Okay, let's face it. My mom and I are never going to have a "normal" mother-daughter relationship because my mom isn't just my mother, she's my best friend. She would do anything for me, including asking her parents for the tuition money to send me to Chilton, this prestigious prep school that just accepted me. That was probably one of the toughest things she's ever done, although agreeing to weekly dinners in exchange for the loan probably runs a close second. My mom's just miserable at the mere thought of this. But the way I look at it? -- I'd just say life is going to get a lot more interesting.

I am broken. I am lost.Our world has fallen still. One half lies drenched in eternal daylight, the other cloaked in endless night. Our people are divided, some living under the sun, the others hidden in shadow. All is light or darkness. All is the sun or the moon.All but me.My father was born in the never-ending sunlight of the west. My mother is a daughter of darkness. I am split in two. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, I am torn.I am a child of dusk, a stranger in both day and night. I am alone. This is my story.

Poor Little Rich Boy Winston Carmichael has it all: a big house, servants, vacations in Palm Beach, and a fancy private school. But with overprotective parents and a sense of responsibility for his younger sister, Heidi, Winston sometimes feels more as if he's living in a prison than a dream. Then one day a woman appears at the front door claiming to be Caroline -- Winston's half sister, who was kidnapped and presumed dead long before he and Heidi were born. Is she really Caroline? Is she an imposter? Or is she something far more complicated than either? And does she hold the key that could unlock the door to Winston's prison?

Poor Little Rich Boy Winston Carmichael has it all: a big house, servants, vacations in Palm Beach, and a fancy private school. But with overprotective parents and a sense of responsibility for his younger sister, Heidi, Winston sometimes feels more as if he's living in a prison than a dream. Then one day a woman appears at the front door claiming to be Caroline -- Winston's half sister, who was kidnapped and presumed dead long before he and Heidi were born. Is she really Caroline? Is she an imposter? Or is she something far more complicated than either? And does she hold the key that could unlock the door to Winston's prison?

Cealie is sick of being nothing more than her mother's daughter.She dresses the way her mother wants, wears her hair the way her mother likes... and is the laughing stock of school as a result.Then, on an impulse, Cealie cuts off her offending hair (it was only a haircut. Cealie had hardly expected to start World War Three). After a blazing row with her mother, she walks out, ending up squatting with Great Auntie Gwennie who lives in a remote village in mid-Wales.There, posing as a boy, Cealie not only makes some discoveries about her own identity, but also about her mother's past - and its haunting links with the present.Set partly in London but mostly in rural mid-Wales,this powerful novel explores an extraordinary relationship between a rebellious girl, an idealistic boy, and a senile old woman with her very own angel.A Young Adult novel about rebellion and the search for identity. It has mild language and mild sexual situations, and it's suitable for ages thirteen and up.Junior Bookshelf review.'A discerning account of a girl trying to find her own way to maturity.'

You’ll fall in love with Bobbie and the many other endearing characters in this children’s picture book. Bobbie is challenged by a special attribute that defines her personality, and propels her to spontaneously follow whatever may interest her at the moment - leading her on adventures encountering interesting people and places. You might say she is extraordinarily creative and somewhat impulsive in her actions. In this story, Like Mother Like Daughter, family traits, just like family genes, are often passed down through generations. They can be viewed as negative or positive attributes, but Bobbie has a wonderful family who accepts and loves her for who she is, and appreciates how special she is. As a special bonus included with this picture book is a link to printable pages that you can download and color yourself.

Leto, Artemis, Demeter, Persephone: Four goddesses, two mothers and their daughters. Here are their stories, told in the first person with grace and eloquence by Doris Orgel, who has often dealt with classical subjects in her many distinctive books for young people. An accessible text and handsome illustrations by Peter Malone make this a beautiful, as well as significant, book.

This book began as a series of hand-scribbled notes, never intended to be seen by anyone but me. In March of 2018, I made a discovery that rocked me to my very core and, in searching for a way to cope, I began to write - just random thoughts, jotted down in no particular order. I wrote about my childhood, my wonderful dad, my emotionally abusive mother, the small town where we lived. I wrote about my father's love of the military, what my family was like, and what my siblings and I did as kids in the 40s and 50s. I became obsessed. Sometimes up until 3am, other times sleeping a few hours and waking in the middle of the night to write until daylight arrived, I could think of nothing else. Often, I cried as I wrote. After a while I became completely exhausted. I put it all away and let it sit for a month, then started again, a little less emotionally distraught. I began to think it made a good story, perhaps even a book, so I gathered all of the random, messy notes together and began the difficult task of putting them in some kind of sensible order. Some were in a notebook, others on separate pieces of paper of all different sizes. Some were scribbled upside down or along the edge of a page or on the back of an envelope, and some were vague thoughts of just a word or two. That's how it began. Once it started to take form, I expanded the scope of it, describing my strange and unsuccessful marriage and the difficulty of becoming a single parent of four, on my own both emotionally and financially. There's lots more, but I don't want to give it all away! And yes, it's all true. I hope you enjoy reading it.