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 Reflections of Mamie:A Story of Survival

PRESENTS

AUTHOR, MARTHA CHAR LOVE

USING GUT FEELINGS to HEAL FROM THE 

IMPACT of CHILD ABUSE

“Mamie” asked me to write a post for her blog because she knows that I have had years of experience in counseling adults, many who have had child abuse in their backgrounds, and she thought I might have something else to add to tell all of you. But I must first say that Mamie has hit it right on the mark with her message “Never Give Up!” Rosemary “Mamie” Adkin’s book “Reflections of Mamie” shares with the reader a powerful inner journey of healing from her own child abuse using the technique of memoir. Her work inspires us as she discovered over and over through writing her memoir that she is a survivor, an understanding that has given her strength and empowerment to move her life forward in a positive manner. And her message to anyone else who has experienced or is experiencing child abuse is that you too have the strength to be a survivor, so “never give up!”.

Child abuse often begins in the earliest years of our lives, prior to school age, even in our infancy.  But try as we may, we cannot seem to find access to all of these very early memories (sometimes none at all) by simply thinking back in time to a very young age. Yet it is these horrific events of child abuse in our early lives that are still affecting us today in our feelings and perspectives, and even our lifestyle decision-making. Often we experience feelings of guilt, shame, and fear, even anger, as our feeling memories of child abuse are triggered in the present and current events of our lives. Therefore, in the present adult life, we often see our lives and ourselves through the lens of a child experiencing this abuse and so we interpret our relationships with others in the present time from the view of that old perspective. All of us want to be cleared of these difficult feeling so we may be more in the now, experience peace and happiness, and make healthy life decisions. But how do we do that if thinking reflection—just thinking back in time—is not enough to uncover these memories?

If you guessed the answer is in the awareness of the feelings in your body, then you are correct! But I would like to be even more specific than that and will say that my colleague and coauthor, Robert Sterling, and I have found in counseling hundreds of people that the access to your memory of the impact of an experience upon you is through your Gut Feelings of emptiness and fullness. We are not talking about feelings in the gut related to hunger of food, but to the feeling gauge in the gut that is related to our inner instinctive needs of feeling connected and cared for by another human being (acceptance) and of feeling in control (freedom) of our own responses to life. As the people we have worked with centered on the feeling in their guts of emptiness and fullness, they were able to reflect back in time with this gut feeling and access memories and the impact of early life experiences in a way that allowed them to reassess their core beliefs of themselves, provide healing and a positive way forward.

The following paragraph gives an example of this healing process for a person having experienced severe child abuse. We have case after case of memories of people that we sat with in counseling for hours exploring their past on a gut feeling level, but this one with Jim (his real name is protected although he gave me permission to write about him) will stay in my conscious memory forever. Many more cases are discussed at length in our book “What’s Behind Your Belly Button?”, in which we were centering on gut feelings of emptiness and fullness and taking people through the Somatic Reflection Process that we developed to assist them in healing and learning from the impact of the past.

Jim was an adult male in his early 30s and had experienced severe child abuse from a very early age until he left his family of origin as a teen. However, he had no conscious memories of his childhood before age 6, when his family moved and he began grade school. He was working with us on the issue in his present life concerning being a single father of two young children and the emotional difficulties he was having in fulfilling his role as a father. He felt overwhelmed, to say the least. The dominant emotion he experienced was one of guilt, the guilt that he was not being a good enough parent. Sadness, fear and depression followed this dominant feeling of guilt. And below those feelings was a great emptiness and aloneness that he felt in his gut, a feeling he described as “like being down in an empty pit with no energy to climb out”. We took that feeling awareness and gradually had him go back in time to see where he had felt that way before. He began remembering, uncovering, memories he had not had since the time he had the original experiences in childhood.

Within an hour of somatic reflection on gut feelings (time feels very quick when you are in this process of feeling memory), Jim was back remembering being 3 years old. As he accessed feeling memories at that time in his life, he was flooded with details of his life that he had completely forgotten, even the color of the walls in his room. But most importantly, while he remembered being abused, he was also able to understand some of his own behavior and see that he was successful in protecting himself and surviving the experience. He had never seen that part of himself nor gave himself that credit. His feelings shifted in his body from feeling empty and depressed to empowered and energized. You can actually see this shift in a person when they make it. As a counselor, I knew healing was beginning for Jim. He was able to use this new information of the strength of his survival to deal with the present issue and successfully fulfill his role as a single father. Jim had come to the same important understanding (both in a feeling and core belief of self) as Mamie has expressed in her memoir. He knew now that he was a “Survivor” and he could use this knowledge for strength in the present.

We did not find in counseling that all people uncovered the same message as Jim and Mamie had from self when going through the Somatic Reflection Process on gut feelings, but it was often true of people who had experienced severe child abuse. Although for both those who did and who did not experience child abuse, the feeling awareness and memory recovered through this process is seen in the light and wisdom of an adult for the first time. This allows the person to be able to update his or her understanding of self from what was originally thought and held onto as an innocent young child who would not have enough information to see that they were not to blame for the problems in their lives, and certainly nor for any abuse inflicted upon them.

We have often used the analogy in our counseling of having a hurtful pimple to having these unconscious memories of child abuse and accompanying emotions that are making our lives unhappy, and are in some way feeling as if they are controlling us. Once the pimple comes to a head and the infection comes out in full, it is healed. But it all must come out before complete healing can take place. Similarly, once a childhood memory of abuse is fully conscious, brought into the daylight so to speak, the feeling impact of the experience changes (shifts) and emotional healing may begin.

There are layers and layers of unconscious memories, so for healing to take place we must be patient and take the time, often years, of inner work to be sure all the feeling memories are no longer buried in our consciousness. But working through feeling awareness on a gut level can render some very important healing results quickly, sometimes within a couple of hours.

So, I do hope you will feel encouraged to find the right person to work with to access your feelings, in the gut region of your body, and bring your memories to the light, find the inner child who has always guided you to survive, and feel the beauty of your Being. Your gut feelings are there for more than you may know and are the key to knowing our true self and for healing. And by all means, heed Mamie’s call to “Never Give Up!”.

Martha Char Love, MA Educational Psychology and Analytical Psychology, PMA Art Therapy

Coauthor of “What’s Behind Your Belly Button? A Psychological Perspective of the Intelligence of Human Nature and Gut Instinct”

Blog: http://instinctualgutfeelings.blogspot.com

Website: http://careerstorefront.angelfire.com

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 Thank you Martha for sharing your valuable information and being my guest today.  Life sometimes has us stuck if you will, in fast gear and doesn’t allow us to always do what’s so important to us.  That’s what has happened with my post here and why it has been a while since my last blog.  Fortunately, Author Martha Char Love has come to my rescue while I have been traveling and offered us the educational and emotional side of this issue of child abuse.  I wish you well in your journeys healing from a painful part of your lives and ask any others that should observe someone suffering from abuse to reach out and help.  The sell of my book also benefits two charities that help victims. One for children/adult survivors and animals.  Please do follow my links below and write with any questions you may have-my e-mail is on my web site and I would love to hear from you.  

Author Martha Char Love has her links here as well for your convenience to follow and see what she is writing for your needs and interest. Please stop by her Amazon link and read more about this amazing author.

REFLECTIONS OF MAMIE: A STORY OF SURVIVAL is my personal journey of child abuse and how it impacted my life for over 50 years offering hope and how I found my life on the other side not as a victim but whole and happy again.

I welcome you back at any time and hope you will leave your comments and suggestions for future post.  Again, Many Thanks for visiting,

Rosemary “Mamie” Adkins

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REFLECTIONS

By

Rosemary “Mamie” Adkins

Today, I want to share with you one of my memories of long ago yet when reflecting on this time, it too relates to a form of another way of abuse.  Abuse that was a way of life for many in a country that lived in hard times.  Our effort is to try to eliminate that life style by bringing awareness of the many ways abuse effects the life-though this story is about a memory that was not intended to focus on that subject.

 Reflecting back on the turmoil of more troubled times reminds me that we do indeed have the resilience to survive sadness and despair.  As we emerge from our sorrows to enjoy a bountiful lifestyle, we are mesmerized by the effect of having come full circle.  Similarly, the misfortunes of others causes us to be thankful for what we have and to count our many blessings.

This brings to mind a traumatic experience from back in the 70’s.  I’d like to share that with you.  My then husband and I travelled on business to Columbia, South America where crime was rampant and border police were as corrupt as the underground criminal element.

Our first shock came at the airport upon our arrival.  Passing through customs was not smooth at all and taught me a lesson that I’ve never been able to erase from my mind.   The customs official took our passports and proceeded to open and close them repeatedly as he mysteriously rubbed his fingers together while pretending to stroke his hair.  Well, this didn’t make any sense to me at all and I had no idea what he was trying to tell us.  I nervously glanced toward the glass where the party awaiting our arrival kept making strange hand signals to help us out.  Oh my gosh!  I finally got it!  That nasty official was signaling that we were to place money in our passports before he would grant us customs clearance.  My first reaction was shock that such an offense could happen…at least not in my world anyway.

Oh yes, I’ve been known to react first and regret it later and this was one of those times.  True to form, I blurted out words that would come back to haunt me, “You must be kidding!”   Immediately, he greeted my remark with a vicious scowl that assured me he most certainly was not kidding as I was about to find out.   He wasted no time in letting me know just who was controlling this game and it surely was not me.  He grabbed my suitcase, ripped it apart and strewed my belongings everywhere for all to see.  As further punishment for my miscalculation, he made a special point of displaying my personal items most flamboyantly for others to make fun of.  I’m quite certain that those next in line quickly reached for their wallets out of fear that the same or worse might happen to them.  My privacy was shattered as I made a mental note to be more discreet on my return trip home.   I couldn’t imagine that anyone would dare to bribe a US Customs Official that way but then, one never knows.

What happened next is surely the stuff that movies are made of.  As I was scurrying about to collect my belongings and get this unfortunate event behind me, I realized that I wasn’t out of the woods yet.  I had just retrieved the last piece of personal clothing—okay, if you must know, it was a lacy black negligee!  As I arose, I came face to face with a man who was sporting a black suit, black turtle neck sweater and a black hat that seemed highly inappropriate attire for the scorching heat of this tropical summer.   For a brief second, he seemed to believe that I was his contact and I could feel the panic rising in my throat while my life passed before my very eyes.  Standing right behind him was another man in similar garb who was carrying a bag and holding one hand over his chest.   Now even I had seen that movie before!  Was it Men in Black?  Sorry, that was a comedy and this was surely nothing to laugh about.  My husband got my drift when my eyes screamed the words, “Get me out of here now!”  I was witnessing a drug deal going down right before my eyes and there was little doubt that these guys were packing items far more threatening than my underwear.

I was thankful for the party on the other side of the glass who had witnessed our ordeal.  He was the contact we planned on doing business with; hence, the purpose of the trip.  In an attempt to calm our nerves, he explained what these events were about, that they were a way of life resulting from a devastated economy and an extremely impoverished population. I nearly knelt to kiss the ground as we emerged from that airport and begged off business until another day, to which he agreed.  I needed to unwind and collect myself before I was ready to venture out into this unfamiliar world that I found myself in.

We stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel in Bogota as our home base.  Enroute to the hotel, we were so impressed with the natural beauty of the landscape yet bewildered by the contrasting decay of the buildings and the potholes that seemed to be designed into the roads.  Little did we know that we were in for the culture shock of our lives.  Extreme poverty and squalor were everywhere we looked and we quickly realized that we were experiencing the real Bogota, not the sights that were intended for tourists such as ourselves.

Before long, we checked in and were escorted to our rooms.  I must give five stars to the luxurious surroundings that greeted us.  The vivid colors will be forever etched in my mind…one of my treasured memories from this trip.  Once inside our suite, we entered a sitting room with a desk and next to that was a full bathroom with marble counters and chandeliers.  Our oversized king size bed was adorned with elegant toss pillows and silk sheets.  What more could we ask for?  Somehow this seemed out of place with the tragic world outside but was such a pleasure and a much needed respite from our terrifying events at the airport.

Allow me to wax on a bit more about this wonderful Hotel and its offerings.  We decided to order room service for our dinner and found it to be second to none.  We had been told to try their fresh Columbian coffee with our dessert and it came to us served in a silver service accompanied by an equal sized pitcher of hot milk.  We learned the Columbian recipe for Café au Lait…half a cup of strong Columbian extra strength coffee syrup with half a cup of hot milk.  Oh my…a treat we were not about to forget and one that I made a point of serving once we were home again.

That night, sleep did not come easy.  We could hear the sorrowful cries of small children from the side street below who had nothing to eat or a place to lay their heads to sleep.  Here we were, wrapped in luxury while these poor homeless babies were starving in the street.  This was a scenario that reminded me of my daughter’s origins.  We had recently adopted our darling baby daughter from Vietnam, out of the war torn ruins of a society that rejected GI babies and there were many.  The prospect of adopting one or more needy children from Bogota was tempting but when we learned of the pitfalls of doing so, we quickly changed our minds.  Yes, we could attend a hospital or an orphanage and choose the children we wanted to adopt but at a hefty price…a bribe if you will.  Proper papers would not be provided to us which meant that we would never be able to legalize these babies back in America.  We had no way of knowing if this was fact or not but it made perfect sense to give up the notion and play safe.

The next day, we emerged fresh from a delightful breakfast and determined to explore the city.  All the while, we were praying for our safety yet anxious at the same time to learn more about this part of the world.  As we exited the hotel, the manager cautioned us to hire a guide and directed us to where it could be arranged.  It should have been that simple but trouble seemed to be following us wherever we went.  I had one foot inside our taxi when I was abruptly knocked to the ground by a mugger and commenced a wrestling match that would have put the professionals to shame.  I fought the good fight on that dirty pitted pavement while the mugger struggled to remove my jewelry.  The taxi driver was yelling, “Cover your ears!”  Just then, the police emerged and chased him away.  I was later to learn that he would have cut off my ears for my gold earrings had I allowed him to get away with it.  Where was my husband you might ask?  To be fair, he was on the other side of the car and it was all over before he even realized what was going down.

After this sordid ordeal, I was hysterical and wanted only to hide out in my hotel room all day but it was not in my nature to give up so easily.  I wasn’t about to let some dirt bag ruin my day so we returned to our room to clean up but you can bet that I left my jewelry behind.

Anxious to move on, we decided to seek out merchandise to market through our business back in the USA.  Foremost in my mind were cultural products but especially dolls.  At the very least, I would seek out a doll in native dress to bring home to my little girl.  Once again, our driver instructed us to shop with caution and always be aware of our surroundings.  I could only wonder if there was anywhere in this dangerous city where we could feel safe and at least enjoy a shopping expedition.  So, armed with his sage advice, we headed downtown to walk and shop the area where he dropped us off.

What happened next gave new meaning to the concept of sightseeing.  By no means was this a pleasurable downtown stroll for window shopping.  Simply navigating the numerous potholes kept us looking down so as not to risk a broken leg or ankle.

Once I looked up only to find myself confronted by a policeman holding a bazooka carefully aimed at criminals close by.  Eeks!  Now it all made sense.  Those hundreds of potholes were not the result of traffic overuse at all but caused by overactive weapons in the hands of the so-called police.   Just a few feet away from where we stood was another police officer with a machine gun and that was when sheer panic set in.

Feeling threatened didn’t even begin to describe the spine-chilling fear that propelled us to run for our lives.  By no means was this a shopping mecca fit for tourists and our only objective was to make it back to our hotel quickly and safely with our heads still sitting squarely on our shoulders.  Never again would we feel safe enough to stroll freely anywhere in this city and all future excursions would be in the company of a hired guide with our taxi driver parked within feet of our destination.  Suddenly a return trip to the airport didn’t seem so threatening after all and the certain knowledge that we would soon be departing South America was somewhat reassuring.

The next morning we dressed and went about our way to conduct the business that we had come for which was importing leather hides from Bogota and Cali for our business at home. Everything went as planned though we couldn’t shake the prospect of danger everywhere we went.  The highlight of our day was that our business did come together in Cali where we also found the best treasure of all.  Yes, we were able to purchase a large supply of that spectacular Columbian coffee to take back to America.

Now that I’ve shared this reflection with you, I can only express my heartfelt thankfulness for my lot in life.  Would I appreciate what I have so intensely had I not seen how the other half lives?  Likely not but that doesn’t ease the sadness I feel whenever I recall how those poor people lived.  Poverty most assuredly leads to crime and the police state that we visited so long ago.

Giving thanks and reflecting on my good fortune includes my marriage of twenty-five years to a man who has protected me in the worst of times.  And so I ask  you, “Do your reflections spell turmoil or grandeur?”

Before I leave, may I share a touching meditation about reflections.  It comes from the National Park Service in Jackson, Wyoming where we travelled this summer.

 A MEDITATION ON PHELPS LAKE

 A feather floats on Phelps Lake

a cradle of light

rocking with the breeze.

Wind speaks through pines.

Light animates granite.

An Eagle soars – its shadow crosses over us.

 All life is intertwined.

 We see the Great Peaks

mirrored in water-

Stillness.

Wholeness.

Renewal.

Reflection leads us to restoration.

 Nature quiets the mind

by engaging with an intelligence

larger than our own .

Mindful of different ways of being,

Our awareness as a species shifts-

We recognize the soul of the land as our own.

The path of wisdom invites us

to walk with a humble heart

recognizing the dance

between diversity and unity,

action and restraint.

The Scales of Nature

will always seek equilibrium.

A feather can tip the balance.

-Terry Tempest Williams

Thank you for visiting The Write Room.  You can find my reflections elsewhere but recently told in my new book titled:

 Reflections of Mamie: A Story of Survival

 http://www.Reflections-of-Mamie.com

It’s a story of abuse and hope-With the sale of each book, donations are made to Dreamcatchers for Abused Children and Kitsap Humane Society for abused and abandoned animals.

Help us stop abuse!

Please send your additional comments or share one of your own reflections with me at: Mamie@Reflections-of-Mamie.com

Many outlets are listed for where to purchase my book on my web site.

Please stop by for dates and locations I will be attending and pick up your own signed copy while supporting victims of abuse.

Mamie

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REFLECTIONS OF MAMIE: A STORY OF SURVIVAL

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Today, I would like to share with you our experience with volunteering at the Kitsap Humane Society as dog walkers.  One would think big deal you walk a dog!  But the fact is, we walk these sweet babies that are anywhere from a year old to 11 years old-abandoned, abused or lost.  They may be a small breed that looks like a hopeless rat or a big shaggy dog needing brushed and pampered but the point is-they need you.  They have no one and nothing-not even a name to call their own.

Meet  Albert -Not a happy dog because he wants to be loved but so sweet-He just needs a home.

These animals arrive at the shelter owning nothing but  their memories and imagine not being able to tell anyone what at least your name is and had been your entire life.  Oh sure, you arrive and someone gives you a name and suddenly you are to know that is you they speak too??  No, this is a cruel world we live in and sometimes the smallest task are the most important.

The Humane Society in your area probably needs YOU too.  These animals live in now a small cage with four walls that close in on them likely smaller than they know from the past and hope someone will stop by and scratch their head, give them a look, a smile and even love.

This is Walter!  He was ready to jump into our car as we stopped to rest and have a drink of water!  Yes, Walter wanted to go home with someone to love and call his family.

They wait patiently for a bathroom break for hours hoping against all odds not to mess in their tiny space that is now their home until someone comes along and thinks they are worthy enough or cute enough for a new beginning.

There are two walking breaks they get during a day and probably spaced out with six hours or more in between so holding power is a must.

Now, this is Barkley.

I get that his name was probably from barking but once outside, he had not a lot to say except wanting to potty and be hugged!   Sweet and walked so nice.

Oh, here comes Daisy!

She wearing her white stockings and sporting her new look-it says-”take me home” I’m old and so easy to love.

“Someone left me behind”

We have lots of friends here and some make it out while a few others seem to be here for whatever reason a longer time.  Our biggest problem for helping out is we wish we had a bigger place with a fenced yard and of course an unlimited budget to feed so many, this would let us take them all home never to be without love and family again.  But we do have loads of love to share every week!

Now, we have two special videos to share today.

First meet Zeke.  What an angel he is.  The first time we met Zeke he was shy and afraid-all he wanted to do is love you back placing his head in your hand.  Zeke walks well, is a young dog and very handsome.  It’s hard to have a favorite in here when you consider they all have a special need and all speak to you in their own way!

Here’s the link to Zeke’s video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGtTSGoMNE0

He is such a special dog and a great new family member for some lucky home.  Come on by- You owe it to yourself!

Here’s Tucker!!:

Oh how could you not love this sweetheart.  Playful lab loving to carry his stuffed toys around and play ball.  Never a dull moment with Tucker around.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XQ_h18FlZQ

Now, if your hearts are not wanting to adopt a lonely friend that needs you, come and volunteer-give them some hope-Maybe you will find that special someone that fills your heart; one that you think about until you next visit-But be careful not to wait too long as they could be scooped up by another family.  Then you can be happy they have a new home but sad it’s not yours.

The Kitsap Humane Society is honored and celebrated with awards for being one society with the lowest euthanasia rate in the country but they need your help.

Their motto:

Recover, Rehabilitate, Rehome

Find a local Humane Society where you live and volunteer. It feels so good to do something so right.  No time?  Please consider good quality food and treats or a donation.  Heck,they can use plastic bags-lots of them for picking up waste.

Won’t You Help?

Thank you again for stopping by and getting to know us here at Mamie’s World where we try to find that something extra to fulfill our lives and look for the brighter side of things.  Remember to:

Never Give Up,  follow your Dreams

HELP US STOP ABUSE, FEAR, LONELINESS AND ABANDONMENT FOR CHILDREN AND ANIMALS

We support the following charities and proud to help. A donation is made to each from the sale of my book:

Reflections 0f Mamie: A Story of Survival

Our Supported Charities

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REFLECTIONS OF MAMIE: 

A STORY OF SURVIVAL

INTRODUCES

READERS ROCK

A NEW VIRTUAL MAGAZINE

This magazine is to introduce readers and authors together featuring new books each month.  The magazine is the sole result of Tammie Clarke Gibbs creation and through her generosity many of us are able to bring you our new books.

This month feature is with Actor and Author Peter Arpesella. Be sure you check out all Tammie’s issues and come see her featured authors at:  https://www.facebook.com/groups/169126186575183/203217993166002/?notif_t=group_comment_reply

This magazine was created by a special woman that loves to read and help others find just that special book.  Tammie is a friend to many of us and host a book fair every weekend from Friday through Sunday where Authors may post an excerpt from their books for you to read.

It’s truly for those who LOVE TO READ.  Tammie is a friend of mine, she has a virtual book fair every week-end starting on Friday nights.  Authors post excerpts from their books, and are on hand to answer readers questions.  So please join us on Friday through Sundays where Tammie has created a venue that will allow both Readers and Authors that special time and place to communicate together.

Come say hello so I can answer your questions about my newly released book titled Reflections of Mamie-A Story of Survival and the other Authors can discuss their books with you as well.

Reflections of Mamie-A Story of Survival  is a sad and joyous personal account of growing up under the worst kind of adversity.  It is a story of survival during times of extreme suffering and deprivation that will leave you feeling Mamie’s anguish.

The character Mamie, will take you on a wild ride as she makes endless attempts to escape the horrors and abuse in her life. Some passages will make you cry while others may actually cause you to laugh hysterically, especially at the absurdities of my youthful plans for escape.

The story begins in the early 1950′s suburbs of Houston, Texas.  Mamie is a  young child of four who was unwanted, afraid, abused and with nowhere to turn, learned that she had to stand alone.  Her only friends were her older brother, an abused child himself, and her nanny, who begged their mother to stop beating them.  The father, though he loved his children,  remained passive to the end.  A victim himself, the only protection he offered was a warning to stay out of their mother’s reach.

This story shares Mamie’s heroic battle to keep her dreams alive and hold on to her spirit. How she finds her way out of fifty-four years of abuse is yours to discover in her fascinating memoirs.

In my book, you will learn where and how to find help should you find yourself in these same circumstances.  Most importantly, you will learn how to stop the insane cycle that has become your life. I will even show how the simplest denial of a teddy bear as a small child returned to haunt me as an adult.

If you are looking to connect with Mamie because of your own neglect or

abuse, this book is for you. If looking for a release or permission to sob away

those sorrows, this is the book that will allow those tears to flow.  But the

message is very clear…You must NEVER EVER give up!

Thank you for visiting once again. This was a special post to introduce you to my newest journey in social media and it seems like one of the most useful sites for both readers and authors ro come together.

Reflections of Mamie: A Story of Survival

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5DFxtGKK8I

From sad times to  Happy Memories!

http://www.Reflectons-of-Mamie.com   Mamie

Welcome to Mamie’s World!

 Reflections of Mamie:A Story of Survival

Although my book is a story of abuse which brings sadness to mind, today I would like to introduce to you a friend and talented editor as well as children’s author, Linda Hales.

Her compassion and love of children is why I have invited her here today. Abuse is a sad haunting issue that is wide spread almost, it seems in epidemic proportions and much of which is never brought to light. We owe our children that special bond of parenthood reading to them, teaching them how to share and love one another which are all critical parts of their well being.

I wanted to refer you to a story teller that will entertain your children while  teaching them the important lessons in life and with Ms. Hales children’s books, you will find that magical connection parents need to find with their families.

My book will debut on June 15th in a Facebook Launch so at the end of this post, please check out the invitation to join us for fun, prizes and a chance to interact with eleven (11) authors with many genres. Below you will also find a brief synopsis of my new book and if you remember to mention you read about it here, I will be happy to extend a special offer on both my paperback and hard cover issues.

Linda Hales will also be at this launch to introduce her newest children’s book titled:

Sunshine and her Big Blarney Smile 

staged in Ireland and illustrated on each page.

Reflections of Mamie -A Story of Survival

Presents 

Author, Linda Hales

Writing for Children

I love the purity and innocence of little children and especially their natural, inner wisdom.  I say that they are pure because they are as yet untainted by life and know exactly what they are about and often, what you are about too.  Children are our best and truest friends and will often offer up solutions to life’s problems that may seem naïve on the surface, but once we shed the layers of armour and deception, we are able to see that they were right all along.  They simply see more clearly than adults.

I recall when Tammy, my daughter, was no more than three, she would approach me when I was clearly upset about something.  She would ask, “What’s wrong Mommy?”  Thinking that my problems were too complex to unload onto a three year old, she would climb up onto my knee and tell me in no uncertain terms, “I will help you fix it Mommy!”  Then she would proceed to give me her answer.  Though I had not explained my problem to her, she invariably gave me the right answer as though she had heard my inner voice.  I learned then that children are very spiritually intuitive and far more in touch with reality and true feelings than those who have been transformed by life into highly guarded adults.

I am one who believes in the invisible friend theory, much as Rosemary has written about in her book, Reflections of Mamie!  I was thinking about this and a little Sunshine story popped into my mind.  I closed my eyes and out flowed this little tale.  I may put it into storybook format someday but for now, I simply want to share it with you.

Sunshine’s Big Blarney Castle! 

Well hi there!   Surely you know by now that my name is Sunshine and I live in a charming old castle in the Village of Blarney in the heart of Ireland.

I’m seven years old and I tell my tales to help other little kids learn how important it is to help others and to try, try and try again until they succeed!   My gramma told me to never give up until I see a big happy smile on every sad face.  That is my mission in life!  Maybe I’ll be a nurse, or a teacher or maybe even a writer when I grow up. Then again, I might just decide to stay as I am…a little girl who likes to make sad people smile!

Now I’ll tell you what it is like to live in my magical fairytale castle!  Mine has many rooms and lots of hiding places so I go exploring to find new ones every day.  Oh, I could write a whole book about the secret hiding places I have found but for now, I’ll tell you about the biggest surprise of all!

One day, as I was wandering about the upstairs hallways and peeking into every room, I was caught by surprise when I heard the giggles of little children.  Just then a tiny voice called out, “Sunshine!  Will you come in and play? It’s rather dark in here and you could light up our room with your big bright smile!”   When I entered the room, I could see that I was in a little girl’s chambers and there were many stuffed animals and dollies on the bed.  I looked around and could not see where the giggles came from but the sounds seemed to come from behind the chamber walls.  I looked for hidden passages and knocked on walls to see if one would open up for me but it did not!  All at once, I heard a sweet little voice coming from the bed, “Sunshine, please come up here and play with us!”  I could not resist so I jumped up on that big old bed and laid among them and promptly fell asleep.

My little friends were not in the wall after all but were waiting for someone to come and play with them. I go back there every day to play with them and believe it or not, I can even make them smile!

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© Linda Hales 2013

Thank you Linda Hales for sharing your books with us.

Reflections of Mamie -A Story of Survival, Synopsis

Reflections of Mamie-A Story of Survival  is a sad and joyous personal account of growing up under the worst kind of adversity.  It is a story of survival during times of extreme suffering and deprivation that will leave you feeling Mamie’s anguish.

A must read for  anyone with a difficult childhood or anyone wanting to understand the cycles of abuse!

…S. Allan Kane, MD

The story begins in the early 1950′s suburbs of Houston, Texas.  Mamie is a  young child of four who was unwanted, afraid, abused and with nowhere to turn, learned that she had to stand alone.  Her only friends were her older brother, an abused child himself, and her nanny, who begged their mother to stop beating them.  The father, though he loved his children,  remained passive to the end.  A victim himself, the only protection he offered was a warning to stay out of their mother’s reach.

This story shares Mamie’s heroic battle to keep her dreams alive and hold on to her spirit. How she finds her way out of fifty-four years of abuse is yours to discover in her fascinating memoirs.

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Reflections of Mamie

A Story of Survival

In June which is only a few weeks away, Reflections of Mamie -A Story of Survival will launch and join the hundreds of other selections available with stories about abuse.  What makes this one different? Or Not?

This is My Story.

This story is about a young girl growing up in Houston, Texas fighting to keep her spirit and dreams alive. I am sure the horror is the same for all children that suffer from abuse and all stories are worth the time to read. I try to share with my readers the anguish I suffer and the hope I found so they too will see their lives can find happiness if only everyone remembers to NEVER GIVE UP!!

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MAMIE SYNOPSIS

The story begins in the early 1950′s suburbs of Houston, Texas.  Mamie is a  young child of four who was unwanted, afraid, abused and with nowhere to turn, learned that she had to stand alone.  Her only friends were her older brother, an abused child himself, and her nanny, who begged their mother to stop

beating them.  The father, though he loved his children,  remained passive to the end.  A victim himself, the only protection he offered was a warning to stay out of their mother’s reach.

This story shares Mamie’s heroic battle to keep her dreams alive and hold on to her spirit. How she finds her way out of fifty-four years of abuse is yours to discover in her fascinating memoirs.

Reviews

Reflections of Mamie-A Story of Survival  is a sad and joyous personal account of growing up under the worst kind of adversity.  It is a story of survival during times of extreme suffering and deprivation that will leave you feeling Mamie’s anguish.

A must read for  anyone with a difficult childhood or anyone wanting to understand the cycles of abuse!

…S. Allan Kane, MD

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Reflections of Mamie has been endorsed by several well-known authors and respected medical professionals who have committed to using this book in their own counseling groups.  It is a story of survival that imparts hope to those who need to understand that there is a way out of their devastation if they never give up.  We are happy to provide you with reviews written by these listed reviewers.  Just send an e-mail to the address provided above and a response will follow as soon as possible.—————-

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From hopelessness to happy times and success!

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