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Discover why women are so often unhappy with their appearance - and how they can learn to love themselves. When women are told that what is important about us is how we look, it becomes increasingly difficult for us to feel comfortable with our appearance and how we feel about our bodies. We are told, over and over - if we just lost weight, fit into those old jeans, or into a new smaller pair - we will be happier and feel better about ourselves.

Have you ever felt like you are in a tsunami of emotions? One day, everything was fine, and then something about someone you love changed forever. Out of Love was written for you, in your time of need, and for those moments that feel hopeless. I wrote these words to encourage, inspire, and let you know that, "Everything will be ok, honey," as my dear mom, Rosemary Ann Hakim (aka RahRah) would say if she were still with us.

When her once-glamorous and witty novelist-mother got Alzheimer's, Eleanor Cooney moved her from her beloved Connecticut home to California in order to care for her. In tense, searing prose, punctuated with the blackest of humor, Cooney documents the slow erosion of her mother's mind, the powerful bond the two shared, and her own descent into drink and despair.

A daughter's newfound love. When Lisa Hirsch found out her mother, Ruth, had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, her love, appreciation, and caring for her mother was transformed. To Lisa's surprise, it has brought her and Ruth closer together than they've ever been. My Mom My Hero tells the story of this mother-daughter relationship through a series of entries from Lisa's internationally popular blog.

In her second memoir, Who She Was and Who I Became, BJ Rosenfeld explores her relationship with her aging mother—the misunderstandings,the arguments,the guilt,and the love beneath the surface. BJ writes, “I miss my mother and would love to have her back the way she used to be. I once wanted to grow up to be just like her. Now I’m afraid of winding up like she was in her final years. In hindsight ,I feel the claustrophobic pull of my mother’s presence. I see myself as I was in every instance noted in my journal—the highs, the lows,and the in betweens. They are all starkly there in ...