"First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the baby in the baby carriage." It was time this old nursery rhyme got an update. Struggling with infertility opened Jaimie's eyes to another world where families were made in many ways. First there was me. Then there was the journey-to you.

"First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the baby in the baby carriage." It was time this old nursery rhyme got an update. Struggling with infertility opened Jaimie's eyes to another world where families were made in many ways. First there was me. Then there was the journey-to you.

"A novel of friendship, secrets, and lies"--Jacket.

And then there was me is somewhat of an autobiographical collection of poems, representing author Priya Patel, her feelings, emotions, thoughts as she was going through love, loss, and heartaches—all the things we have all gone though, expressed poetically. For Priya, writing has become so much more than just a hobby or a pastime; it is a passion, and over the years has turned more into therapy for her; helping her to heal. It is her greatest hope that her readers will read, relate, and heal a little as well. About the Author Priya Patel has been writing poetry since her teenage years as a way of therapy. Over the years, she has branched out to moderating on poetry groups via social media and even created a few groups where she would offer challenges or contests to help other poets grow. Currently, she is working on collaborations with other poets and photographers to publish books that focus on both poetry and photography, and artistic collaborations, including children’s books. She loves helping people in ways they don’t think they need. Writing is one such unsung hero of sorts; you don’t know you need it until you have written it.

Bea and Awilda have been best friends from the moment Awilda threw her fourteen year-old self across Bea’s twin-sized bed as if they had known each other forever. Bubbly, adventurous Awilda taught sheltered, shy Bea how to dress, wear her hair and what to do with boys. She even introduced Bea to her husband, Lonnie, in college, who pledged to take good care of her for the rest of their lives. But philanderer Lonnie breaks that promise over and over again, leaving Bea to wrestle with her self-esteem and long time secret addiction. Recently Lonnie has plopped the family in a New Jersey upper class suburb, which lacks the diversity that Bea craves but has the school district and zip code envy that Lonnie wants. The demands of carrying a third child and fitting into this new environment while pretending that her husband is not cheating on her again, is more than she can handle. And just when she thinks things can’t get any worst, the ultimate deception snaps the little thread that was holding her life together and all comes tumbling down. Sadeqa Johnson's And Then There Was Me is the story of love and friendship, heartache and betrayal. It’s the journey of a woman stripped down to her lowest point and needing to find the will to press on.

Caught in the web of communal violence repeatedly, Bobby Sachdeva stares at his burning house set afire by the bloodthirsty mob of the anti-Sikh riots in Delhi. As a fourteenyear- old, his world turns upside down, exactly at the age his father had escaped from Pakistan during the Partition of India. Recovering from the trauma, Bobby re-builds his business and journeys across the US and China, experiencing a life unhindered by religious animosity. Having experienced both sides of religion – of immersion and detachment – he starts questioning the role of religion in our lives. Based on his vision of an emergent India, Bobby finally submits a PIL in the Supreme Court for religious shrines to distribute their excess income for the downtrodden. What happens next as religious hardliners turn against him?

If he had been with me everything would have been different... I wasn't with Finn on that August night. But I should've been. It was raining, of course. And he and Sylvie were arguing as he drove down the slick road. No one ever says what they were arguing about. Other people think it's not important. They do not know there is another story. The story that lurks between the facts. What they do not know—the cause of the argument—is crucial. So let me tell you...

First published in 2007 with the title: I thought it was just me: women reclaiming power and courage in a culture of shame.

And Then There Was Me, is a wonderful journey of deep thought and inspiration. Mangini continues to re-define himself as a poet and we are fortunate to be along for the ride.

The inescapable tug-of-war between heart and mind.Watching him negotiate the walking process often left me feeling slightly helpless. I wanted to make it easier. That was the nurturing side of me that had to find solace in knowing he was much happier making it on his own.Everyone can name someone either in need of care, or providing care. For the caregiver and patient it is a dual passage with many complex questions of independence, progression of declining abilities, and respecting the patient's wishes. Family, friends, and coworkers are also faced with difficult questions. How can I help? What is appropriate to say or do? Author Sloan Rogers answers these questions and more through the vulnerable and inspiring account of her husband's six-year battle with deteriorating health. As he fought his illness, she fought for his comfort, his quality of care, and their peace. Her hardest battle, however, was how, when he was dependent upon her, could she retain both his and her autonomy? From the event that signaled the downward spiral from home to nursing home and finally hospice, Sloan honestly explains the challenges, doubts, and questions that assailed her during those painful six years in a way that provides advice, application, and an example of compassionate caring. But every cloud had a silver lining—and so do yours. Adversity breeds strength of character and opportunity, and amidst the misfortune she maintained her dignity and grace inAnd Then There Was Me.