African American Naomi Jefferson struggles to find success in her career and personal life, from her school and college days in the 1960's and 1970's into her professional life in the 1980's.

“Big Girls Don’t Cry, But We Do” is a book that will teach women and girls alike all over the world to encourage themselves in tough times. Women should not see crying as a negative or shameful thing, but to learn from the lessons that each tear has taught them. God has given women tears as a way to express her joy, sorrow, pain, disappointment, love, loneliness, grief and even pride which often comes before a fall. According to Psalm 30:5, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy will come in the morning”. God tells us that our sorrow will come, but it will not remain with us for long. There are many characters in the bible like Ruth and Ester who had to suffer, but great were their rewards in the end. Ruth was poor and left her country to follow her mother-in-law, however, she was faithful and God blessed her with a Spiritual and not to mention, rich husband who was a good provider. Likewise, Ester, a Jewish mother-less girl, was obedient to God and became a highly respected queen. I am sure that these women shared some tears of sorrow for a season; in the end they shared tears of joy. I want to encourage you, not to give up on your dreams or your goals because if you have faith the sides of a mustard seed, you will become winners in the end!

Journalist and Salon writer Rebecca Traister investigates the 2008 presidential election and its impact on American politics, women and cultural feminism. Examining the role of women in the campaign, from Clinton and Palin to Tina Fey and young voters, Traister confronts the tough questions of what it means to be a woman in today’s America. The 2008 campaign for the presidency reopened some of the most fraught American conversations—about gender, race and generational difference, about sexism on the left and feminism on the right—difficult discussions that had been left unfinished but that are crucial to further perfecting our union. Though the election didn’t give us our first woman president or vice president, the exhilarating campaign was nonetheless transformative for American women and for the nation. In Big Girls Don’t Cry, her electrifying, incisive and highly entertaining first book, Traister tells a terrific story and makes sense of a moment in American history that changed the country’s narrative in ways that no one anticipated. Throughout the book, Traister weaves in her own experience as a thirtysomething feminist sorting through all the events and media coverage—vacillating between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama and questioning her own view of feminism, the women’s movement, race and the different generational perspectives of women working toward political parity. Electrifying, incisive and highly entertaining, Big Girls Don’t Cry offers an enduring portrait of dramatic cultural and political shifts brought about by this most historic of American contests.

Helene Thornton has lived a life of unequalled passion and hartache. In her fascinating memoirs she gives the definitive account of her daughter Paula Yates really was. From frail, lonely schoolgirl to voluptuous star of the stage and screen, wife, mother, lover, author and artist, in this dramtic autobiography. After a tough childhood in bleak post-war Blackpool where she suffered from bouts of debilitating sickness, at the hands of cruel bullies and from the impact of her mother's mential illness, Helene blossomed into a renowned beauty and went on to win Miss Blackpool 1954 where she first encountered TV producer and presenter Jess Yates. Joining the famous dancing troupe the Bluebell Girls, Helene toured Europe where she broke hearts and honed her dancing and acting skills before being reunited with Jess and embarking on a whirlwind and frequently steamy romance. After mere months, however, the fairy-tale marriage took a sinister and violent turn with Helene discovering one too many of Jess' secrets, and was forced to leave her husband with baby Paula in tow, as she battled life as a single mother, roaming Britain and then Europe in search of happiness and fulfillment. Writing candidly about the difficult mother-daughter relationship, Helene reveals her anguish at Paula's unsettled infancy and early signs of mental illness. She sets the record straight about one of Britain's best-loved - but least understood - stars, fondly recalling Paula's joy on meeting Bob Geldof, and writing of the childhood incidents that formed her relationships with family, friends and assoicates and the press. For the first time, she discusses the circumstances that lead to the revelation that Paula's true father was Hughie Green, and discloses the identities of some of her most cherished lovers. Explosive, moving, frank, but above all honest, Big Girls Don't Cry is a no-holds-barred account of the exciting highs and gut-wrenching lows of a life lived to a full.

When plus-sized beauty Isis and her sister, Egypt, start a new chapter of the Big Girls Book Club in Richmond, Virginia, they discover that drama follows them everywhere as they deal with family issues, scandalous new members, and betrayal.

Sometimes Mr. Right couldn't be more wrong… Thanks to a devastating revelation about her husband, Reenie Holbrook's once-perfect marriage is over. For eleven years she had the life she wanted—and now it's gone. Sometimes Mr. Wrong couldn't be more right… Reenie decides that the first step in recovering from her ordeal is to find work; after all, she has three young children to support. She's thrilled when she lands a job at Dundee High teaching history—until Isaac Russell, the man who triggered the unraveling of her marriage, accepts a temporary position teaching science. Then she's tempted to quit. Reenie doesn't care if the whole town admires Isaac…and she won't admit that, secretly, she admires him, too. She doesn't want to see him or his sister in "her" town. But a friendship with the most unlikely woman leads to a relationship with the most unlikely man….