Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul: Inspirational Stories About Sisters and Their Changing Relationships

( 2 )


This new Chicken Soup book offers a heartwarming and uplifting collection of stories that celebrate the lifelong bond of sisterhood.

Read More Show Less
... See more details below
Paperback (Original)
$12.95 price
(Save 13%)$14.95 List Price
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (11) from $2.14   
  • New (8) from $8.43   
  • Used (3) from $2.14   
Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul: Inspirational Stories About Sisters and Their Changing Relationships

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$6.99 price
(Save 12%)$7.99 List Price


This new Chicken Soup book offers a heartwarming and uplifting collection of stories that celebrate the lifelong bond of sisterhood.

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781623610043
  • Publisher: Backlist, LLC - a unit of Chicken Soup of the Soul Publishing LLC
  • Publication date: 9/18/2012
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 276,401
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jack Canfield

Jack Canfield is cocreator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series, which includes forty New York Times bestsellers, and coauthor of The Success Principles: How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be. He is a leader in the field of personal transformation and peak performance and is currently CEO of the Canfield Training Group and Founder and Chairman of the Board of The Foundation for Self-Esteem. An internationally renowned corporate trainer and keynote speaker, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.

Mark Victor Hansen is a co-founder of Chicken Soup for the Soul.


While Jack Canfield himself may not necessarily be a household name, it's very likely that you have heard of his famed Chicken Soup for the Soul series and nearly as likely that you have at least one of them sitting on your very own bookshelf! Having got his start as an inspirational speaker, Canfield's own story is nothing less than inspirational.

Jack Canfield had been traveling around delivering key note speeches and organizing workshops to help audiences build their self-esteem and maximize their potential when he had an in-flight brainstorm that changed his life. While flying home from a gig, Canfield realized that the very same advice he had been delivering during his in-person addresses could potentially form the basis of a book. Canfield used inspirational stories he'd gleaned over the years as the basis of his speeches, and he thought it would be a terrific idea to gather together 101 inspirational stories and anthologize them in a single volume. Upon returning home, Canfield approached friend and author Mark Victor Hansen about his concept. Hansen agreed it was a great idea, and the two men set about finding a publisher. Believe it or not, the mega-selling series was not an easy sell to publishers. "We were rejected by 123 publishers all told," Canfield told "The first time we went to New York, we visited with about a dozen publishers in a two day period with our agent, and nobody wanted it. They all said it was a stupid title, that nobody bought collections of short stories, that there was no edge -- no sex, no violence. Why would anyone read it?"

Canfield wisely practiced what he preached -- and persisted. Ultimately, he and Hansen sold the first Chicken Soup for the Soul book to a small press based in Deerfield Beach, Florida, called Health Communications. The rest, as they say, is history. There are currently 80 million copies of the Chicken Soup books in print, with subjects as varied as Chicken Soup For the Horse Lover's Soul and Chicken Soup For the Prisoner's Soul. Canfield and Hansen ranked as the top-selling authors of 1997 and are multiple New York Times bestsellers. Most important of all, the inspirational stories they have gathered in their many volumes have improved the lives of countless readers.

This year, expect to see Canfield's name gracing the covers of such titles as Chicken Soup For the Scrapbooker's Soul, Chicken Soup For the Mother and Son Soul, and Chicken Soup For the African American Woman's Soul. He and Hansen have also launched the all-new "Healthy Living" series and 8 titles in that series have already been released this year. There is also the fascinating You've GOT to Read This Book!, in which Canfield compiles personal accounts by 55 people each discussing a book that has changed his or her life. The most compelling of these may be the story of young entrepreneur Farrah Gray, who read Deepak Chopra's The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success at the age of 11 and made his first million dollars at the age of 14!

With no sign of slowing down, Canfield continues to be an inspiration to millions, who fortunately refused to give up when it seemed as though he would never even get his first book published. "Mark and I are big believers in perseverance," he said. "If you have a vision and a life purpose, and you believe in it, then you do not let external events tell you what is so. You follow your internal guidance and follow your bliss, as Joseph Campbell used to say."

Good To Know

Canfield is the founder of two California based self-esteem programs, "Self-Esteem Seminars" in Santa Barbara and "The Foundation For Self Esteem" in Culver City.

Writing the first Chicken Soup book was a lot more daunting than Canfield expected. After the first three years of research, he and Mark Victor Hansen had only compiled 68 stories -- 33 tales shy of their goal of 101 stories.

Along with co-writing dozens of full-length books, Canfield also publishes a free biweekly newsletter called Success Strategies.

Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Canfield:

"My inspiration for writing comes from my passion for teaching others how to live more effective lives. I started out as a history teacher in an all-black inner city high school in Chicago, graduated to a teacher trainer, then psychotherapist, then trainer of therapists, then large group transformational trainer and then a writer and keynote speaker. All along the way, my desire was to make a difference, to help people live more fulfilling lives. That is what I still do today. Most people don't know this but I was not a good writer in college. I got a C in composition. Nobody would have ever believed I would grow up to be a bestselling author."

"I play guitar, and I am learning to play the piano. I love movies and some TV shows. My favorites are Six Feet Under, Grey's Anatomy, House and Lost. I love to play Scrabble, poker and backgammon with my in-laws, nieces and nephews. We really get into it. I love to travel. I have been to 25 countries and try to add two or three new ones every year."

Read More Show Less
    1. Hometown:
      Santa Barbara, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 19, 1944
    2. Place of Birth:
      Fort Worth, Texas
    1. Education:
      B.A. in History, Harvard University, 1966; M.A.T. Program, University of Chicago, 1968; M.Ed., U. of Massachusetts, 1973
    2. Website:

Read an Excerpt

Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul

Inspirational Stories about Sisters and Their Changing Relationships

By Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Mitchell, Nancy Mitchell, Heather McNamara, Katy McNamara

Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-7927-4



Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, But not our hearts.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Revenge of the Fifth-Grade Girls

An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.


A mother cannot force her daughters to become sisters. She cannot make them be friends or companions or even cohorts in crime. But, if she's very lucky, they find sisterhood for themselves and have one true ally for life. My daughters did not seem likely candidates for sisterly love. They are as different as night and day, and as contrary as any two girls living under the same roof can possibly manage.

My youngest daughter, Laura, is smart, athletic and good at most everything she tries. But for her, friendships are tricky. When, at seven years old, she was thrust into the world of lunch pals and sleepovers, she struggled to survive.

Catherine, on the other hand, sits at the top of the elementary school pecking order. A bright, popular and beautiful fifth-grader, she is usually surrounded by a bevy of adoring girlfriends. When you are in second grade, a word or nod from a fifth-grade girl is the greatest thing that can happen. But Catherine and her friends seldom noticed her sister's valiant attempts to be noticed.

One hectic morning, while getting ready for school, both girls began begging for a new hairstyle. Sighing, I gathered brushes, combs and pins and quickly created new looks. I braided Laura's wispy locks into a snazzy side-braid. I combed Catherine's shiny black hair into a sleek, French twist. They twirled in front of the mirror, pleased with what I'd done.

Laura bounced out the door, swinging her braid proudly. But at school, one girl pointed at her and whispered to the other girls. Then the girl walked up to Laura and asked in a scathing tone, "What's with the stinking braid?"

Laura crumbled. After getting permission from her teacher, she went to the bathroom, where she sat and cried in an empty stall. Then she splashed cold water on her face and bravely returned to the classroom—braid intact.

That afternoon, she broke my heart with her sad tale. How could I have sent her out wearing a stinking braid? How could I have set her back in her meager attempts to fit in with the other girls? I fought back my tears as I drove my girls home. Hearing her sister's sorrow, Catherine sat in stony silence, and as I often do, I wished they had the kind of bond that would allow them to reach out to each other. I barely noticed Catherine spent more time on the phone than usual that evening.

The next afternoon, when I pulled to the front of the carpool line, I discovered a small miracle had occurred. There stood Laura, surrounded by the smartest, cutest, most popular fifth-grade girls. My tiny daughter glowed with utter astonishment as they twirled her around, complimented her and focused a brilliant light of attention upon her. And, to my amazement, every single one wore a side-braid, exactly like the one Laura had worn the day before. Ten stinking braids, I thought, as I tried to swallow the lump lodged in my throat.

"I don't know what happened!" exclaimed Laura, clambering into the van. "I looked up, and all the girls were wearing my braid." She grinned all the way home, arms wrapped around skinny knees, reliving her short life's happiest moment.

I glanced at Catherine in the rearview mirror, and I think she winked at me. I'm not sure.

Carolyn Magner Mason

A Gift of Love

To be my best I need you swimming beside me.

Mariah Burton Nelson

"It's time," my sister whispered, and I was instantly awake, my heart pounding frantically in my chest. It was 4:00 A.M., and I wondered how I could have ever slept so late. After all, it was Christmas morning. I should have been awake hours ago.

We crept down the hall as quickly as we could. In the back of the house, our parents slept peacefully. I had been waiting for this day all year, marking off the days on my calendar as they passed, one by one. I had watched every Christmas special on TV, from Charlie Brown to Rudolph, and now that Christmas morning was finally here, I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to play and, perhaps most of all, I wanted to rip open my presents.

As we approached the den, my sister put a single finger to her lips and whispered, "Santa might still be here." I nodded in complete understanding. At six, I knew all about Santa and his magic. At eleven, my sister was trying to give me my dream.

When we finally walked into the den, my first instinct was to rush toward the presents that were stacked oh-so-carefully around the room, but something made me hesitate. Instead of rushing forward, I stared in wonder at the room, wanting this single moment to last as long as it could. My sister stood quietly beside me, and we stared at the beautiful tree that we had decorated together weeks before. The lights shimmered, the ornaments sparkled, and our golden angel sat just slightly off-center on the top of the tree. It was the most perfect sight I'd ever seen.

On a nearby table, the cookies that we'd left for Santa were gone, and a small note read, "Thank you. Merry Christmas!"

My eyes widened in amazement at the note, for I was sure that I had finally found real proof of the jolly man's existence. Yet before I could truly marvel over the letter, my sister was handing me a small package. "It's from me," she whispered with a shy smile.

With trembling fingers, I slowly opened the package, carefully preserving the green bow. Inside, I found my sister's favorite necklace. It was a small heart on a golden chain. She had received the present from our grandfather two years before. My eyes filled at the sight. Santa's note was forgotten.

She put her arm around me. "He was going to give you one this year, but—" she stopped, and carefully wiped her eyes, "he just did not get a chance." He had died on Easter morning—the heart attack had been a harsh shock to our family. Our mother still cried quietly when she thought no one was watching. My sister squared her slender shoulders with a brave air. "So, I thought you might like to have mine."

I held the necklace as if it were made of the finest gold in the world. It seemed to shine even brighter than the lights on our tree.

"Let me help you," she said as she moved to put the necklace around my neck.

The small heart felt warm against my skin, almost like it was alive. In my mind, I could see my grandfather. He'd loved Christmas, and he had always given each of us a special surprise on Christmas day.

"Consider this his surprise," my sister told me as if she'd read my mind.

I grabbed her hand and held onto her with all of the strength that I possessed.

When our parents finally made their way into the den two hours later, they saw a beautiful Christmas tree, a dozen unopened gifts, and two sisters holding each other tight.

Cindy Beck

Spit Promises

It is the friends that you can call at 4:00 A.M. that matter.

Marlene Dietrich

With five years difference in our ages, people still said how uncanny it was for us to look so much alike. My sister and I shared a lot of the same facial features and, of course, we both have long, red hair. Well, at least I had hair until I started chemotherapy. My long red locks fell from my head in clumps as the treatments went on.

I touched my now-bald head. Fresh tears sprang to my eyes. People would not say we looked alike now. My sister Marlanea was flying in from Montana to see me. She didn't know how bad I was going to look. I wanted to prepare her for the shock or protect her from what she was going to see. I had always watched over her, trying to keep her safe and out of harm's way. She was born on my fifth birthday. Our mother said she was my birthday present. I took that seriously, and I loved her with all my heart.

We went through our growing-up years inseparable. We were each other's best companions. Our parents used to tell us that we should have been twins for how much we resembled each other, for how close we were.

We even thought alike. When we were shopping, we would buy each other small gifts—from T-shirts to coffee cups—but most of the time we bought each other the same thing. We shared a connection that was beyond most people's understanding.

Now adults, we live in different states. She called me on the phone, and all I said was "Hello." Instantly, she said, "I know something is wrong. Tell me. What is it?"

No longer amazed at her uncanny ability to tell when something is wrong, I told her, at eight o'clock that morning, I had to put our family pet to sleep. Together in silence, we cried. Tears I could not shed earlier that morning now flowed freely as I talked on the phone with my sister.

Since finding out that I have cancer, she has called almost daily. Concern always in her voice, but cheerful nonetheless. She has sent me a funny card every week, a bright ray of hope that makes me believe life will be okay again.

During one tearful phone conversation she told me she knew for sure that I would not die from this intruder called cancer.

"Oh how do you know?" I asked through my tears.

"Because when we were really small, we made a spit promise that we could only die if the other sister was ready to die, too. And I'm not ready to die yet so neither can you."

We never discussed what would happen if we broke a spit promise. But we both knew that it had to be serious.

I heard her cab pull up in front of my house. My sister, my friend, had arrived.

With trembling hands I reached up and touched my bald head once more before I opened the door to my best friend—my sister.

There she was, the sun shining behind her, lighting her up like the angel I had always thought her to be. There she was in her tight jeans and a T-shirt, wearing a hat that read, "I'm having a bad hair day." We both smiled.

"Hello sister," I said.

"Hello sister," she replied.

She raised her hand and removed her hat. My sister had shaved her head. We stood there crying and laughing and hugging.

"We still look like sisters," was all she said.

"I love you," was all that I could say.

I shut my eyes and said a silent prayer, Thank you God for my life. Thank you God in heaven for my sister. Thank you Mother for my gift.

Dawn Braulick

Diane's Walk

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

Audrey Hepburn

Diane and her sister were only eighteen months apart in age, but complete opposites. Diane was outgoing and daring. A smile often crinkled her freckled nose and lit up her wide brown eyes. Both in and out of school, she could be found surrounded by a group of giggling, boisterous friends. Her sister, though, was quiet and shy. Her eyes were blue, and hidden behind a pair of glasses. She preferred to spend her time alone reading.

These two very different girls shared a yellow upstairs bedroom. They fought and argued, threatened and cried. They even drew a line of demarcation down the middle of their yellow room. Life was not harmonious.

But time passed and the girls grew up. They went to college. Diane got a job and her own apartment near Washington, D.C. Her sister married young and had two children. Their lives flowed in separate directions.

Then, when they were in their fifties, Diane's sister was diagnosed with breast cancer.

Diane felt powerless and frustrated. She wanted to do something to help. When she heard about an organized walk that would raise breast cancer research money, she signed up without hesitation, determined to make a difference.

Diane wrote letters to her friends, neighbors and relatives, asking them to sponsor her. And she began training after work and on the weekends. All autumn she walked—short distances at first, then farther and farther. She donned a backpack, stuck a pompom on her orange baseball cap, and added miles as the weeks went on. She walked in the rain, in the snow, through slush and cold. Five miles. Ten. Spring arrived. Fifteen miles, then twenty in a day. She walked over five hundred miles, just to get ready.

And she collected donations from her many friends to find a cure for breast cancer. She raised over $7,000.

The weekend of the walk, her sister and brother-in-law drove from out of state to cheer her on. And Diane, a fifty-four-year-old woman who had never done anything like that before, walked the entire sixty-mile course to the finish line in downtown Washington, D.C.

While the flags at the base of the Washington Monument fluttered in the sunshine, and the music swelled over the crowd and into the warm spring air, Diane's sister stood watching as wave after wave of walkers in blue T-shirts marched triumphantly over the hill. But she saw only one person—the woman in the orange pompom cap who had walked so far for her.

This story of love and generosity is true. I know, because those were my blue eyes searching the crowd from behind my glasses, and Diane, the woman in the orange pompom cap, is my sister.

C. Michele Davis

A Promise to Roxanne

    For there is no friend like a sister
    In calm or stormy weather;
    To cheer one on the tedious way,
    To fetch one if one goes astray,
    To lift one if one totters down,
    To strengthen whilst one stands.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

"Breakfast!" I call and within seconds, the floor above me shakes as feet gallop down the steps. And as I turn, I see the photograph. It's of the boys sitting with their mother. Her arms are around them. Roxanne, I think, your arms are still around them.

Although my brother Ross was the oldest, Roxanne, the middle one, was always my rock. "Be strong," she'd tell me after our parents divorced. Somehow, there was something spiritual about Roxanne. Her words of comfort always made me feel better.

Justin was her first child; two years later, Shaun was born. And when I'd watch Roxanne cuddle with them, I'd think, Someday I want to have two boys, too.

But Roxanne's life wasn't perfect. She got divorced and I moved in to help so she could go to work and school.

"Aunt Rhonda, watch me!" Justin would cry from his bicycle. And Shaun would crawl onto my lap with his teddy bear. Later, I moved out and into a life of my own. And Roxanne met a man I didn't care for before finding Tony, who loved her and the boys. To my joy, they married. But something was happening to Roxanne.

"I fell asleep in class today," she'd say. "And my fever won't go away." Finally she went to the doctor.

"It's advanced AIDS," the doctor said. A shocked hush fell over the room. Ross and Mom went to embrace her while I stood there shaking in disbelief.

But though Roxanne cried, she didn't look surprised. That man she'd dated, the one I didn't like, he had been an IV drug user.

"Don't cry for me," she said, "look at all I've enjoyed." Then she turned to me, as if she'd already thought about it. "Rhonda, I want you to take my boys."

Oh Roxanne, I thought. You won't die. They'll find a cure! I went home and cried through the night.

All we told the boys was that their mother was sick. We wanted to spare them the grief for as long as possible. But maybe it was the not knowing that made them angry. It wasn't long before they started playing hooky. From Roxanne's window I'd watch them with their new friends, kids you could tell were trouble. "These are difficult years," I told Justin. "But don't give in. Remember who you are." My heart constricted. They're the sons of a mother who's dying, I thought.

Then one day while I was away on business, I got a call from Roxanne: "Justin stole a car, and someone gave Shaun marijuana!"

When I raced to her house, Roxanne's cheeks were wet with tears. "I'm too sick to care for them, and Tony is caring for me. They need you now!"

"Now?" I stood trembling.

"I want them to be good boys," she wept. "I want them to be fine young men." I looked into her sad, pleading eyes. She needed me. How could I let her down?

I wasn't there when Roxanne told the boys that they were losing their mother and would be leaving their home. But in the darkness of my living room, I imagined their tears, and wondered, Can I ever be enough to help them?

I didn't have time to worry; two weeks later I was awarded custody. Nights were hard, especially after the boys had spent the day with Roxanne. Shaun's arms would wrap around me and I could feel his tears against my shoulders. "I'm afraid, and I want to go home," he'd cry.


Excerpted from Chicken Soup for the Sister's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Patty Mitchell, Nancy Mitchell, Heather McNamara, Katy McNamara. Copyright © 2012 Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC. Excerpted by permission of Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Introduction xi

1 A Sister's Love and Support

Revenge of the Fifth-Grade Girls Carolyn Magner Mason 2

A Gift of Love Cindy Beck 5

Spit Promises Dawn Braulick 8

Diane's Walk C. Michele Davis 12

A Promise to Roxanne Rhonda Adkins Carla Merolla 14

Are You Sure? Penny Perrone 18

Pictures Phyllis Nutkis 20

Happy Mother's Day! Victoria E. Thompson 26

We Chose to Be Friends Tasha Boucher 30

Playing Cupid Chera Lee Bammerlin 33

My Family Was Separated Nora Steuber-Tamblin 36

Comfort Zones Melinda Stiles 38

Seeing Everything Diane Payne 42

Swing Set Marsha Arons 45

2 The Bond Between Sisters

Sister's Song Rita Billbe 50

Voices Julie D. Workman 53

We Sisters Ann Marie Rowland 63

A Sister Is ... Lisa Baillargeon 67

The Diary Martine Klaassen 68

Joined at the Heart Ruth Latta 71

Vital Chatter Leona Lipari Lee 73

Over the Years Michelle A. Tessaro 77

Sisters Under the Skin Walker Meade 79

Forty-Five Years and Six Thousand Miles Apart L.J. Wardell 84

Together, Achieving Our Olympic Dream Penny Vicky Vilagos 88

I Wish for You Robert Strand 93

A Heart-to-Heart with Rosel Christa Holder Ocker 95

Right with Me Alora M. Knight 100

Melody Jennifer Koscheski 101

Light in the Window Eileen Goltz 105

3 Sibling Revelry

An Untraditional Holiday Tale Karen Asp 111

Sundae Confessions: Breaking the Ice Cream Rule Andrea D'Asaro 115

My Sister, the Star Cammie McGovern 119

Sisters Hope Fillingim 126

The Importance of Conscience Elisha M. Webster 127

Of Yellow-Haired Dolls and Ugly Clay Bowls Gail E. Strock 129

Snisters Ina Hughs 132

Little Sisters Destiny McIntosh 135

Truly Blessed Alice Collins 136

My Life: The Sitcom Chadd A. Wheat 138

My Sister, the Martian Stephanie Wyndance 141

A Year Behind Sister and Forty Rebecca Christian 145

How to Torture Your Sister Delia Ephron 148

4 Overcoming Obstacles

A Promise to Keep Phoebe Elizabeth Sisk 152

No Matter What Judy Lynne Lucia 156

Hidden Treasure Marci Alborghetti 160

The Miracle of My Sister's Laughing Deborah Hedstrom-Page 165

My Special Sister Betty McMahon 167

If the World Could See with My Sister's Eyes Amanda Athey Swain 172

The Perfect Garden Molly Bruce Jacobs 177

The Seed Jar Dee Berry 182

My Sister's Shadow Diane Burke 186

Midnight Black Robin Janson-Shope 191

Footsteps Kelly L. Stone 195

It's All Relative Elayne Clift 199

5 Oh Brother!

The Intruder Joseph Brandes 204

Falling in Love with Molly Liz Mayer 205

Change of Heart Muriel J. Bussman 210

Sugar River Phyllis Nutkis 213

Where's My Little Sister? Nancy B. Gibbs 220

Precious in My Eyes Robert C. Fuentes 223

It's Not What You Think Greta Zwaan 226

6 Sisters By Heart

A Little White Lie June Cerza Kolf 230

Lipshtick Gwen Macsai 231

Friendly Reminder Rhonda Rhea 235

Loving Kelly Pamela Haskin 237

Long-Distance Sister Carol McAdoo Rehme 241

At Every Turn Lee Schafer Atonna 244

Girls' Weekend Chris Miota 248

7 Special Memories

Sister Dresses Faith Andrews Bedford 254

Symbiosis Ricky Keen 258

A Childhood Memory Benita Glickman 262

Getting to Rome Tasha Boucher 266

Sisters of the Attic Glenda Barbre 271

Once Upon a Birthday Jackie Case 278

Imprints Jodi Severson 283

My Sister, Myself and the Seasons of Life T. Jensen Lacey 287

Allies Carol Sweet 290

Not Just Another Birthday Janie Emaus 294

Beach Day Marsha Arons 298

I Had Forgotten Nancy Swiatek Pardo 303

Different Jane Eppinga 306

Heaven Shelly Isenberg 308

8 Insights and Lessons

Little Monkey Girl Danielle Collier 314

I Am Mortal Sandra I. White 318

Inseparable Lynne Zielinski 322

Animal Cracker Dresses Cricket Hardin Vauthier 324

The Greatest Gift Christine Many 328

Thanks for the Miracle, Sis Jann Mitchell 330

No Time to Say I Love You Renee Simons 333

Lessons from My Angel Susan Farr Fahncke 337

Comrades in Arms Deborah Dee Simmons 342

Taking Care of Each Other Diane Goldberg 347

My Other Mother Stacey Granger 350

Love Covers a Multitude of Mistakes Sheri Jennings 353

Hey, I'm Telling! Penny Perrone 358

Who Is Jack Canfield? 359

Who Is Mark Victor Hansen? 360

Who Are Patty and Nancy Mitchell? 361

Who Are Heather and Katy McNamara? 362

Contributors 363

Permissions 374

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 5
( 2 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2014


    Maybe this book will bring me and my little sister closer!! And we may also stop arguing less!! Hope it will work!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    A great book

    This book is fantasic.. its worth my money.. some stories even made cry.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
Sort by: Showing all of 2 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)