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Letters of Wisdom–forgiveness
Letters of Wisdom
By Wanda E. Brunstetter
Long known as a writer of Amish themed novels, Wanda E. Brunstetter has recently turned her hand to writing some books with very serious themes. Although they still focus on the Amish and how characters face situations, the problems are consequential with multi-generational results. Sadly, the stories such as this one originate in Brunstetter’s personal experiences.
Irma Miller suffered traumatic physical and emotional abuse inflicted by her stepfather on her only, not on his biological children. She is reluctant to share these experiences until she sees herself morph into the monster her stepfather was. Her surprised husband insists she get help in the form of therapy with a Christian counselor. Her mother-in-law and the bishop’s wife also provide childcare for her children. Healing is not an instant process. Letters from her friends helped. She had not been able to deal with her three children rationally and a fourth is on the way. Irma finds she has to confront the trauma head-on, granting and accepting forgiveness. Her mother and step brothers and sisters needed to be a part of that process too.
The characters, other than the stepfather, are likable. They are all caught up in a web of pain. The extent of the abuse is not evident in the first part of Letters of Wisdom, but becomes apparent later. Prayer and forgiveness are essential parts of the healing process, but Irma’s path is a difficult one and hard to witness.
I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
Rating: 5/5
Category: Christian, Romance, Women’s Fiction
Notes: 1. #3 in the Friendship Letters Series, but can be read as a standalone.
2. This book has a frank and realistic view of abuse in the family. If that is a trigger for you, you might want to give it a pass.
Publication: March 1, 2024—Barbour
Memorable Lines:
She sensed the real emotions that remained in this house from Homer’s cruel treatment of Irma while she’d lived here, but none of the other children had ever talked about it.
She’d grown to hate him over the years. And even now, knowing he was dead, her soul filled with animosity thinking about all the terrible things he’d done to her.
“…it’s in the past and we must live in the now and do better in the future. We have all made mistakes that we can not erase. So, in order to live a happy, fulfilled life, we must confess our sins, turn our fears over to God, forgive our own shortcomings, and make every effort to behave in such a way that others will see Christ living in us. Only then will our hearts be filled with peace.”
Crazy Brave–memoir of the U.S. Poet Laureate
Crazy Brave
by Joy Harjo
When the Poet Laureate of the United States writes a memoir, you can expect it to deviate from the standard timeline format, and Joy Harjo’s Crazy Brave is anything but formulaic. She divides her book into four parts according to compass directions. As a Creek Indian, directions, nature, art, music, and family provide her orientation to life. Each section begins with poetic prose.
“East is the direction of beginnings.” She begins her tale this way and it is a little difficult to settle into the story as she shares her views from the eyes of a child filled with a mix of fear and adoration.
“North is the direction where the difficult teachers live.” In the second section, Harjo shares the realities of a brutal and abusive childhood in a time and culture that viewed spousal and child abuse and drunkenness as family problems to be either dealt with or endured within the family. After I read the book, I learned later through a webinar that this section was a very difficult one for Harjo to write. In fact, she got stuck for years on this part of her story with the book taking fourteen years to complete. There is redemption in her story, however, as education offers Harjo, as a teenager, a way out of her circumstances.
“West is the direction of endings.” In this section, Harjo describes her young adulthood as she becomes a teenage mother and finds herself trying to live in poverty, at odds with her mother-in-law, and responsible for a stepchild. What happened to her hopes and dreams for a creative life?
“South is the direction of release.” Probably the most poetic and visionary of the sections, “South” continues Harjo’s fight to survive but also interprets her dreams and visions as short stories and poems. She creates an interesting mix of fiction and nonfiction in her writing featuring monsters, eagles, demons, and ancestors.
Harjo describes her panic attacks as monsters. She labels the instincts that help guide her decision making as the “knowing.” She refers to her ancestors, those who have passed, as guardians in her life, and she speaks to them through her poetry. This memoir is a mix of what really occurred, her perceptions of those events, and flights of fantasy taken from her dream world; she melds poetry and prose in mind bending impressions.
Crazy Brave personalizes for me the individual and tribal struggles of Native Americans. Although the abuse tied to alcoholism is difficult to read about, it is an important part of Harjo’s experiences and of understanding the Native culture that helped shape her voice as an author and artist.
Rating: 4/5
Category: Memoir
Notes: Harjo is currently writing another memoir to continue her story where Crazy Brave left off.
Publication: July 9, 2012—W.W. Norton & Co.
Memorable Lines:
Because music is a language that lives in the spiritual realms, we can hear it, we can notate it and create it, but we cannot hold it in our hands. Music can help raise a people up or call them to gather for war.
Though I was blurred with fear, I could still hear and feel the knowing. The knowing was my rudder, a shimmer of intelligent light, unerring in the midst of this destructive, terrible, and beautiful life. It is a strand of the divine, a pathway for the ancestors and teachers who love us.
It was in the fires of creativity at the Institute of American Indian Arts that my spirit found a place to heal. I thrived with others who carried family and personal stories similar to my own. I belonged. Mine was no longer a solitary journey.
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