Cultural & Regional

Con la economía derrumbándose a su alrededor y su medio de vida desapareciendo, la familia decide huir del país. De repente, el niño al que le encantaba montar a caballo y soñar con ser el Zorro de su serie favorita de televisión en blanco y negro, tuvo que crecer rápidamente y viajó, siendo un adolescente, desde un pequeño pueblo de Venezuela a la gran ciudad de Los Ángeles.

Desde que mi madre murió, lloro en H Mart. H Mart es una cadena de supermercados especializada en comida asiática. La H es por han ah reum, una frase en coreano que podría traducirse como ‘un brazo lleno de comestibles’. Mi madre expresaba su amor por medio de la comida. Por muy crítica o cruel que pudiera parecer no dejaba de presionarme para que colmara sus utópicas expectativas, yo siempre sentía que su afecto irradiaba de los platos que me preparaba exactamente como a mí me gustaban.

This story is about a man who had his feelings bottled up for way too long. Not able to tell his family why he did the things he did and not able to recoup the lost years away from the people who he loved. In the Mexican-American community, you never show your sadness, your pain, or weakness. As an act of pride, you always keep all your emotions to yourself like as if nothing is wrong. Showing everyone that you're not suffering and everything is fine is strength.

This beautifully honest account of survival and restoration carries the potency to revitalize each of us. This book holds inspiration for worldwide compassionate action and celebrates what Loving Bravely truly means.

Dogs of all shapes and sizes visit Ruth Shaw's three wee bookshops in Manapōuri in the far south of Aotearoa New Zealand. Local dogs, holiday house dogs, travelling dogs – many have great stories, be they funny, sad, strange, bemusing, quirky or sweet. Woven throughout are tales of the very special Hunza, the dog who worked with troubled teens alongside Shaw when she was a youth worker.

Ani Gjika was born in Albania and came of age just after the fall of Communism, a time when everyone had a secret to keep and young women were afraid to walk down the street alone. When her family immigrates to America, Gjika finds herself far from the grandmother who helped raise her, grappling with a new language, and isolated from aging parents who are trying in their own ways to survive. When she meets a young man whose mind leans toward writing, as hers does, Ani falls in love-at least, she thinks it's love.

Charles M. Blow’s mother was a fiercely driven woman with five sons, brass knuckles in her glove box, and a job plucking poultry at a factory near their segregated Louisiana town, where slavery's legacy felt close. When her philandering husband finally pushed her over the edge, she fired a pistol at his fleeing back, missing every shot, thanks to “love that blurred her vision and bent the barrel.” Charles was the baby of the family, fiercely attached to his “do-right” mother. Until one day that divided his life into Before and After—the day an older cousin took advantage of the young boy.

Aikau's legendary life and legacy, a pipeline into the exhilarating world of surfing, and an important chronicle of the Hawaiian Renaissance and the emergence of modern Hawaii. In the 1970s, a decade before bumper stickers and T-shirts bearing the phrase Eddie Would Go began popping up all over the Hawaiian islands and throughout the surfing world, Eddie Aikau was proving what it meant to be a "waterman."

Life has not always been kind to Wendy Wilson. Childhood traumas, an abusive marriage, and the complexities of being a woman in a high-stakes corporate atmosphere all proved to be adversities that could make or break her very spirit. And yet, at every challenge, she persevered by learning what it truly takes to forge a way forward and ultimately reach success in both her personal and professional lives. She went on to become a CFO and leader of global procurement, and found true happiness in a healthy and loving second marriage.

The book is cordoned by fantastical and scientific stories comparing her family’s world and personality traits with those of wrens. It also contains a creative history of Worcester, a former factory town plagued by poverty, addiction, and violence—a cycle that Mal, unlike her brother and father, was able to escape.

A girl name Sheila that grew up in Ivy City, Northeast Washington, DC, engaged in illegal drug activities and the street life. Throughout the years, Sheila fell in love and married her supplier and relocated to a rural area to raise their son, RJ.

It was 1947 in Celina, Ohio, when Dr. Ralph Beare and his wife, Lou, childless and in their early forties, adopted a four-and-a-half-month-old orphan. “Janice” knew she was adopted, because her mommy read her a book about how the Beare's chose her out of a Home. "We chose you, but we love you as if you were our own." However, her mother never seemed to forget she was adopted, especially on Mother’s Day, when she couldn’t look at Janice without crying.

Don’t Take Your Love to Town is a story of courage in the face of poverty and tragedy. Ruby recounts losing her mother when she was six, growing up in a mission in northern New South Wales and leaving home when she was 15. She lived in tin huts and tents in the bush and picked up work on the land while raising nine children virtually single-handedly. Later she struggled to make ends meet in the Koori areas of Sydney.

பொன்னியின் புதல்வர் கல்கி கிருஷ்ணமூர்த்தியின் வாழ்வையும் பணிகளையும் சுவையாகவும் எளிமையாகவும் அறிமுகப்படுத்தும் முக்கியமான நூல். ஓர் ஆளுமை குறித்த சித்திரமாக மட்டுமின்றி அவர் இயங்கிய காலத்தைப் படம்பிடித்துக் காட்டும் ஓர் ஆவணமாகவும் இந்நூல் திகழ்வது அதன் சிறப்பு.

I grew up in Raleigh county, in a little town called Beaver, in the state of West Virginia. I lived on a 100-acre farm in a family of ordinary means. When I look back to my childhood I realize how fortunate I was to have clean air, clean water, vegetables from a thoroughly organic garden, fresh cow's milk, butter, and buttermilk—fresh every day. We gave the hogs what was left from each day so we raised great pork. Recycling was a part of life, not something you had to work into your habit.