Melissa shares
heartbreaking stories of other women in her life who suffered in silence.
Not exact matches
I offer a regular workshop for women who have experienced a traumatic birth where we can build each
other up and connect on the shared
heartbreak of motherhood while truly witnessing and hearing each
other's
stories.
It is a multidimensional
story full
of love and
heartbreak, but I think it's important that
other new mothers hear it.
Five years after losing her infant son, a mom is sharing the
heartbreaking story of his life and death in the hopes
of helping
other parents.
Then, as time goes on, you hear more and more about prenatal screenings, things that can go wrong and horror
stories of heartbreak from
other women.
Yet her
story, and the many
others like it that have made headlines recently, are a
heartbreaking illustration
of the link between victimization and suicide in young people.
Here again, an entire
story - point — encompassing cringe comedy, genuine
heartbreak, an awareness
of other people that the heroine lacks, and a loving depiction
of a time and place — is introduced and dispatched in under a minute.
It was like this treat, this big fat 500 - page densely written treat, sitting on my desk, and I tell you once I started it I was in a transfixed and highly emotional state until I was done, and goddamn if I wasn't right: in that book, in all those beautiful,
heartbreaking, inspiring, illuminating
stories of families figuring out how to adjust their lives to (for example) Down Syndrome or deafness or intellectual disabilities, I found exactly what it was I wanted to do next, which is write a book about the ways that parents and children navigate each
other.
I mean, do we really have to play this game, where because I'm who I am and you're who you are, we pretend that the word «fuck» doesn't exist, and while we're at it, that the action that underlies the word doesn't exist, and I just puke up a bunch
of junk about how some teacher changed my life by teaching me how Shakespeare was actually the world's first rapper, or about the time I was doing community service with a bunch
of homeless teenagers dying
of cancer or something and felt the deep call
of selfless action, or else I pull out all the stops and give you the play - by - play sob
story of what happened to my dad, or some
other terrible
heartbreak of a thing that makes you feel so bummed out you figure, what the hell, we've got quotas after all, and this kid's gotten screwed over enough, so you give me the big old stamp
of approval and a fat envelope in the mail come April?
The
heartbreaking story of this victim sheds light on the extreme cruelty he, and
other dogs like him, endured - fight after fight.
Cherry, Little Red, Handsome Dan, Jonny, and all the
other dogs featured in «The Champions» tell a
story of heartbreak, strength, and second chances.
So much has been written about Emin — by herself and
others — since she first came to prominence alongside fellow Young British Artists (YBAs) Damien Hirst and Sarah Lucas more than two decades ago that her
story seems to have congealed in a series
of now quasi-mythical episodes: the childhood in the seaside town
of Margate; the promiscuity; the abortions; the shop with Lucas; the first show with White Cube's Jay Jopling, cheekily entitled «My Major Retrospective 1963 — 1993»; the tent (Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963 — 1995); My Bed (1998); the drunkenness; the
heartbreaks.
The headlines are full
of the
heartbreaking stories of these refugees — including young children — who have died trying to reach safety in
other countries.
Every
other story was full
of heartbreak at times, but eventual bliss.