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Books make great gifts. From history to fantasy and everything in between, here are some suggestions for your mom on Mother s Day.
If your mother likes mother/daughter stories, try
My Mother s Daughter is a memoir by Canadian Olympian Perdita Felicien.(Martin Brown, Doubleday Canada)
Perdita Felicien s mom Catherine was a poor young woman in St. Lucia when she was given a seemingly random, but ultimately life-changing, opportunity: to come to Canada with a wealthy white family and become their nanny. But when she gets to Canada, life is tougher than she expected, as she endures poverty, domestic violence and even homelessness. However, she still encouraged and supported her youngest daughter s athletic dreams. Felicien would go on to be a world-class hurdler and one of Canada s greatest track athletes.
Jane Willey Swartzentruber, 91 ×
Jane Willey Swartzentruber died peacefully on March 28, 2021 in Moorestown, New Jersey at the age of 91.
Born in Chicago, Illinois on July 7, 1929, she spent her early life in Goshen, Indiana, graduating from Goshen High School in 1947 and Goshen College in 1951. She met her husband, Orley, when she was accompanying a Goshen College choir in which he was singing. During their 69-year marriage, Jane devoted herself to supporting Orley in his mission work in Europe, and his scholarly and pastoral work in Princeton, New Jersey, where she made their home and raised their four children. A faithful member of All Saints’ Church, where Orley was Vicar, and then Rector, she especially enjoyed her position in the alto section of the choir. Jane joined the faculty of Stuart Country Day School of the Sacred Heart in 1967, where she taught French for 25 years, ultimately becoming head of the
Magic
Ever since I was a child, my deepest desire has been to discover that, like the protagonists of so many of the stories I enjoyed, I had magic powers. With magic, I could thwart my bullies, right the world’s injustices, and transform my body into a shape that matched how I felt inside. For years, I would lull myself to sleep with fantasies about stepping through a portal into a magic otherworld populated with unicorns and dragons. As I grew up, I struggled with the realization that, as much as I believed, I could not will magic into existence.