Author's Preface I was always confident that my children would remain reasonably healthy. They would never succumb to any life-threatening illness-after all, I believed, I could never survive anything like that, so therefore it would not happen. For many years, I had worked as an ICU nurse, caring for people who were critically ill. Always mindful and empathetic about their mental and physical well-being, I had a healthy objectivity that was necessary to deliver essential supports for healing. In April of 2008, my twenty-five-year-old daughter, Deirdre, had been teaching in Japan for a year. When she called me one night to say that she had been diagnosed with acute leukemia, a life-threatening disease, I went into total denial. After spending almost twenty-four hours a day in Deirdre's hospital room, I came to know firsthand the emotional, spiritual, and physical turmoil that patients and families go through. As she and I went to battle together to fight the disease. Deirdre took up arms of hope, strength, and resolve; I took up arms of hope and faith. I was eventually faced with a vital decision and a responsibility concerning Deirdre's treatment. My previous "meant to be" and "going with my intuition" philosophies were put to the ultimate test. On the following year, in the summer of 2009, as I pondered through ideas about a memorial for her, Deirdre slowly persuaded and inspired me to write a book about our experiences throughout her leukemia treatment: the chemotherapy, the invasive investigations, our joyful and sorrowful moments, and our hope that never wavered. Our story starts when Deirdre is living in Japan and the diagnosis is suddenly made. It continues with her time in the hospital in Halifax and the challenges of adjusting to life when she is discharged home for a while. We want to share the story of how we coped with terrifying events and how our love, hope, and faith transcended doubt and despair. Deirdre displays her incredible insight, courage, and strength as she deals with the adversities that assail her during the illness. Throughout it all her quirky sense of humour remains intact. As the story ends, Deirdre conveys her message of everlasting love from a place so close, yet seen and felt by few.

Excellent anthology comprises "Second April" (1921) and "A Few Figs from Thistles" (1922), featuring such well-known poems as "First Fig," "Recuerdo," "The Philosopher," more.

Sometimes the only way to keep teaching is to keep moving. Travel with My Irish Husband Tony and I to Europe, the Bahamas and back home to Florida. Or England. And Asia. These are the entries from my four Gypsy Teacher 'blooks' which deal with teaching, students, and trying to teach.

Thirty years after the smashing success of Zelda, Nancy Milford returns with a stunning second act. Savage Beauty is the portrait of a passionate, fearless woman who obsessed American ever as she tormented herself. If F. Scott Fitzgerald was the hero of the Jazz Age, Edna St. Vincent Millay, as flamboyant in her love affairs as she was in her art, was its heroine. The first woman ever to win the Pulitzer Prize, Millay was dazzling in the performance of herself. Her voice was likened to an instrument of seduction and her impact on crowds, and on men, was legendary. Yet beneath her studied act, all was not well. Milford calls her book "a family romance"—for the love between the three Millay sisters and their mother was so deep as to be dangerous. As a family, they were like real-life Little Women, with a touch of Mommie Dearest. Nancy Milford was given exclusive access to Millay's papers, and what she found was an extraordinary treasure. Boxes and boxes of letter flew back and forth among the three sisters and their mother—and Millay kept the most intimate diary, one whose ruthless honesty brings to mind Sylvia Plath. Written with passion and flair, Savage Beauty is an iconic portrait of a woman's life.

A mother who cannot face her future. A daughter who cannot escape her past. Lady Elisabeth Kerr is a keeper of secrets. A Highlander by birth and a Lowlander by marriage, she honors the auld ways, even as doubts and fears stir deep within her. Her husband, Lord Donald, has secrets of his own, well hidden from the household, yet whispered among the town gossips. His mother, the dowager Lady Marjory, hides gold beneath her floor and guilt inside her heart. Though her two abiding passions are maintaining her place in society and coddling her grown sons, Marjory’s many regrets, buried in Greyfriars Churchyard, continue to plague her. One by one the Kerr family secrets begin to surface, even as bonny Prince Charlie and his rebel army ride into Edinburgh in September 1745, intent on capturing the crown. A timeless story of love and betrayal, loss and redemption, flickering against the vivid backdrop of eighteenth-century Scotland, Here Burns My Candle illumines the dark side of human nature, even as hope, the brightest of tapers, lights the way home.