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While books related to the topic of child sexual abuse can
be depressing, this one leaves the reader with a strong
feeling of hope. As a survivor myself, I can honestly say that
this book moved me beyond words.
- Samantha Ruskin
A Storyteller's eyes are always filled with ghosts of the Walnut Hearts.
It is a sad thing, to have lived amidst such evil.
It can not be helped, for it is the Great Spirit's plan for the Storyteller.
- Cherokee Legend
Walnut Hearts was nominated for The Pulitzer Prize in 2005. Through a strange twist of fate, and to
our great sadness, it has been all but unavailable for the last few years. It is therefore with great pride
and joy we announce its return...available NOW!!!
"What do you mean?" Gussie asked, wearily. "Are you saying it is my fault that Lorena is dead? That the Lord picked out my only child and
killed her because I loved her?"
"Loved...her...too...much!" Avery replied, knowingly. "The Bible says it is so! You would know that if you had listened to me, or if you had
read your own Bible. It was your choice to ignore God's teachings." He dramatically gestured at Lorena's white coffin. "You see the results!"
"I don't believe you!" Gussie cried. "If the Bible really says such a thing, then I don't believe God, either. A mother is bound to love her child.
Who can measure if she loves too much? It don't make sense!"
"May God have mercy on your soul, Gustine," Avery replied, sadly. Gussie knew he was playing to the audience. Avery never passed on an
opportunity to preach, especially to a captive congregation. "You will bring down God's wrath on your house, forever, if you don't humble
Josephine gently clasped Gussie's hands and led her into the bedroom. She forced Gussie to lie on the bed, then pulled a blanket up to her
chin. Josephine massaged her daughter's forehead, talking softly as Gussie relaxed.
"Do you remember the story about the walnut hearts?" she asked.
"I think so, Mama, but I don't believe I ever understood what it meant."
"The Cherokees believe some people forget how to love. Maybe they are hurt, or alone, or maybe they just turn away. After a while, their
hearts shrivel to the size of a walnut. When they die, the Great Spirit looks inside and finds those shriveled hearts. He that love is necessary
people. Fill your heart with love, Gussie, always. That is a woman's only strength."
"Papa says God doesn't want us to love anyone too much."
"There is no such thing as too much love, if it is pure, my daughter," Josephine whispered, fiercely. "I don't ever want you to believe anything
else, no matter what anyone says!"
Gussie cried then, great, gulping sobs which released a fountain of tears. She tasted the salt and wondered if she could die from crying. Her
mother held her and sang in the Cherokee language, sad, nasal little tunes from a bygone era.
Jackie is a native Texan, born during World War II while her father was stationed in
the Pacific. During the tumultuous years following the war’s end, she often lived with
relatives. The stories told by her grandparents as well as her own traumatic
childhood continued to haunt her as she matured. She took notes on family history
from the time she was allowed to possess pencils and paper. At age nine she
announced her intention to become a writer. Her school years were spent
moving across several western states, caught up in a nomadic existence with her
parents and siblings. She found solace in
reading and music, imagining her future as a novelist and/or a storytelling trombone
player - it was difficult for girls in that era to visualize a future other than marriage and
Married to three men - the first divorced her, she divorced the second, and the third
died - Jackie’s life followed a pattern
familiar to adult victims of childhood abuse. Though she believed she was choosing
very different men, she was inevitably forced to focus her energy on the debris they
left as they exited her life. She had two children, a son and daughter.
Her dream of becoming a writer was always just beneath the surface, and when she
stopped working as a secretary in order to take care of her dying husband, she
began "The Walnut Hearts".
Following her husband’s death, Jackie attended nursing school and has worked in
psychiatric settings. She currently resides in Texas.
Zebulon Bradshaw is the adopted cousin and special agent of President
Theodore Roosevelt. In February, 1909 Bradshaw returns from Roosevelt's
best-known venture, the voyage of The Great White Fleet, after fourteen
months circling the globe. He is immediately dispatched to his last official
assignment, the secret removal of Geronimo's body from Fort Sill, Oklahoma
and its return to the Apache homeland.
Bradshaw's journey to complete the mission is the catalyst for profound change
in his life, in which he finds himself drawn into the Mexican Revolution,
marriage, exile, prison and long years of planning to avenge the only woman
he ever loved. His dreams are supported by his closest friend, renowned El
Paso photographer Otis Aultman.
Together, Bradshaw and Aultman change the course of events, though their
acts are not recorded by history.
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