a non-fiction memoir
Book synopsis/description:
Most little girls dream of tea parties and playing with dolls. Their biggest worry is making sure mommy or daddy chase the monsters out of their closets and out from under their bed. However what happens when your own mother is the monster, instead of the arms of love and safety? “My Soul to Keep” is the story of Gracie, a disabled little girl who, from day one, knew she was an unwanted child, just trying to survive and avoid her mother’s daily abuse. All the while, she struggled to hide her pain from the outside world.
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Most little girls dream of tea parties and playing with dolls. Their biggest worry is making sure mommy or daddy chase the monsters out of their closets and out from under their bed. However what happens when your own mother is the monster, instead of the arms of love and safety? “My Soul to Keep” is the story of Gracie, a disabled little girl who, from day one, knew she was an unwanted child, just trying to survive and avoid her mother’s daily abuse. All the while, she struggled to hide her pain from the outside world.
Buy MY SOUL TO KEEP today at Amazon
A Note from Gracie...
Thank you for allowing me to be on your site! It has taken me 32 years to get to this point in my life to be comfortable enough to share my story, it was very nerve-wracking to write because even though I love writing I have never written anything for the public before. I am a stay at home mom who is wheelchair bound because I was born with cerebral palsy. I am originally from Canada, but now I reside with my husband and children in a small town in Kentucky.
- Gracie
You can visit Gracie at her: Website | Facebook | Goodreads
- Gracie
You can visit Gracie at her: Website | Facebook | Goodreads
It was also that summer I discovered what a daddy of my own really was, even though he
was technically my stepfather he never treated me as anything less than a biological daughter, and I was a daddy’s girl through and through. Along with a new dad I also gained another big brother whose name is Steve, and even though we only got to see Steve in the summers, he immediately accepted me as a little sister and not just a step sibling. It was Steve who took me on my first rollercoaster ride, when one weekend during a summer visit we went to Boblo Island Amusement Park near Windsor; it’s one of my favorite childhood memories. In my eyes, my daddy was my personal super hero, however, I also knew he was addicted to the same drugs as my mother. Unlike my mother, he was never mean or abusive to me and he tried to be a buffer when he could between me and my mother. She just learned to be more discreet about her insults and “punishments” when daddy was around, well in the beginning anyway.
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