Book of poems that feature Mother Earth and express an appreciation for nature.

De la Garza weaves a powerful examination of the complex processes that work together to constrain self-expression in a woman of Mexican ancestry. The book demonstrates the use of a variety of creative and reflexive methodologies, including poetry, prayers, de/reconstructed narratives, autobiography, and letters to historical and cultural female archetypes of Mexican origin. This methodology of «art as meditation», for obtaining insight into the dynamics of culture, is used to produce an autoethnographic study of how one can reclaim voice through rigorous interrogation of our own lives as cultural texts. De la Garza offers us a template for a new methodology, as applicable in academic studies of culture as it is in the everyday lives of those seeking to find voice within silenced cultural domains.

Mama of ten Abbie Halberstadt helps women humbly and gracefully rise to the high calling of motherhood without settling for mediocrity or losing their minds in the process. Motherhood is a challenge. Unfortunately, our worldly culture offers moms little in the way of real help. Mamas only connect to celebrate surviving another day and to share in their misery rather than rejoice in what God has done and to build each other up in hard times. There has a be a better way, a biblical way, for mamas to grow and thrive. As a daughter of Christ, you have been called to be more than an average mama. Attaining excellence doesn’t have to be unsettling but it will take committed focus and a desire to parent well according to God’s grace and for His glory. M is for Mama offers advice, encouragement, and scripturally sound strategies seasoned with a little bit of humor to help you embrace the challenge of biblical motherhood and raise your children with love and wisdom. Mama, you are worthy of the awesome responsibility God has given you. Now it’s time to start believing you can live up to it.

This is book 1 of The Mansion {Madres Mansion}. The cold breeze on my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears stream down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps created a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come to get me! This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run! I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in the frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road was fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth, and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization! I keep running frantically… Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light.

How could madre mean whore as much as virgin? What happens to the ninety-nine madres when one father enters the room and they become a group of padres? And why can't a bien educada woman in Mexico say the word madre without raising eyebrows? --