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A collection of poems and short stories starting in the late 1970s and covering a range of emotions and attitudes, shifting and developing with the changing times.

As heard on BBC Radio 4's Woman's Hour 'Ireland and its people know that Fiona Doyle is a trailblazer' Sunday Independent 'A wrenching read ... Doyle resists giving her story a Hollywood gloss' Irish Independent '[A] hopeful, horrific read' Ray D'Arcy, Today FM 'A testament to her resolve and courage. A remarkable story by a remarkable woman' Irish Times 'Always inspirational' National Women's Council of Ireland @NWCI 'Fiona Doyle is a hero' Roisin Ingle @roisiningle 'Well worth reading' Colette Fitzpatrick, MidWeek, TV3 Too Many Tears is the moving and inspiring story of how Fiona Doyle came through the agony and humiliation of being sexually abused by her father, how she foudn the strength to seek justice, and how she coped when, at the final hurdle, it appeared that he was about to escape prison. For as long as she can remember, and well into her teens, Fiona's father raped and abused her. Her mother blamed Fiona for leading him on. The effects on her life were catastrophic. Fiona first reported her father, Patrick O'Brien, to the authorities in the early nineties but the police investigation went nowhere. She made a second complaint in 2010 and this time, it appeared, O'Brien would face the consequences of his crimes . He, pleaded guilty to sexually assaulting his daughter and Fiona assumed the next time she came to court, he would be going to jail. Instead, shockingly, having suspended nine years of a twelve-year sentence, the judge released O'Brien on bail. Three days later, following a national outcry and questions in parliament, the presiding judge expressed his 'profound regret' to Fiona Doyle and sent O'Brien to jail. Too Many Tears is Fiona Doyle's story of abuse and its aftermath - the turmoil and isolation she experienced as a child and young girl, the devastating price she continued to pay in her adult life, and how finally she had the courage and tenacity to take on her father - and the authorities - to make him face up to what he had done. It is a startling and inspiring story of survival and hope against the odds.

Cynthia never knew that love could be free and whole until she came across love in its purest form. Battered and embittered by unfortunate experiences even from a very tender age, she was hardened and lonely, sad and in a shell. Paul and Edmond are men who define their own quality and create their own world. Standing out in their own unique mixes of strength, wealth, and good looks, still they are more than those aspects, and it is simply a matter of the heart before either of them can break in through Cynthias walls. Pauls love was soul-tearing, Edmonds mind-splitting. Okechukwu is a boy with mature instincts born out of the sheer power of innocence. As protective as he is, his love for Cynthia will have no end, even as circumstances accelerate his journey to the parents he has always missed. Lady D., even though she is greatly in the picture, never really knows she has a lot to offeruntil she utilizes a heaven-sent opportunity she has never regretted. Even Father Phoebus feels the same and would never finish recounting his awesome experience in Nigeria. Dike, Onochie, and Ofor may never tell how destiny outmaneuvered and manipulated them, despite their skill, cleverness, and plots. Mama Ngozi is one woman that, in her next life, might just ask to be blessed with mercy, no matter how little. As for Susan, love lives and life goes on, even more bountifully in the hereafter. One Love, Many Tears is an expansive collection of hatred, greed, murder, apathy, poverty, and hypocrisy, yet it is a symphony of love, refinement, power, self-identity, passion, and altruism. All beautifully harmonized in one piece!

What is Hip Hop? Hip hop speaks in a voice that is sometimes gruff, sometimes enraged, sometimes despairing, sometimes hopeful. Hip hop is the voice of forgotten streets laying claim to the high life of rims and timbs and threads and bling. Hip hop speaks in the muddled language of would-be prophets--mocking the architects of the status quo and stumbling in the dark toward a blurred vision of a world made right. What is hip hop? It's a cultural movement with a traceable theological center. Daniel White Hodge follows the tracks of hip-hop theology and offers a path from its center to the cross, where Jesus speaks truth.

Tupac Amaru Shakur was considered a Hip Hop prophet. His spiritual journey has not had much attention given to it until now. This book looks at Tupac’s gospel message from a Hip Hop context. Tupac presents a theological message needed now even twenty-plus years after his death.

This book was written out of the feelings and some of the most sadness out of the depths of my heart and soul. It contains feelings from different times and many events of my life. So Pretty, So Many Tears has poems from many different emotions I have felt throughout my life. Some of the poems that are written in this book were written when I was 16 years old, although I have been writing since I was much younger, when I had already been physically and emotionally abused! Then I lost "The Love Of My Life." I fell in love with Tony when I was 12 years old. We got together when I was 16 and then we separated for a few years because of my family. We got back together when I turned 24 and he was 25 years old. A couple of days before he turned 27 years old, he passed away; yes, I lost my love, I lost my life, hence I lost my mind. When I finally gave my whole self to him and finally stopped worrying about what my family felt about him. Ever since then I have been truly going through years of so much denial of his death, self conviction and guilt over what happened and how it happened. I sank into the "Abyss of my empty soul," and I didn't want to be found because I knew deep inside if I found myself deep within my secretly wounded heart, I would realize and find out that I lost the only love I had ever had. He was my only friend and I knew that I would lose my mind if I ever lost him. There was no way that I wanted to live in this ugly world without him by my side, and I had told him that I would never be afraid of anything not even the end of the world, so long as he was there by my side even when the end of the world was occurring. I have been abused most of my life, first by my mother, then by my older brother, then later on when I got married to someone else other than my true love; I went through some inner hell tortures as well as physical tortures, with my husband always on drugs, such as heroine, crystal meth, and crack cocaine; when I didn't even know what all that stuff was or what it did to someone. Anyhow, the book contains all of my dreadful, melancholic, horrific details of just how much I had lost my mind. For I truly did lose my mind when Tony left my world. The only thing I had to stay alive for was my children that I already had and when "The One I Loved" left my world, I went insane but I didn't even know it, and neither did anyone else for that matter. I really didn't know how to handle living life without Tony. I needed to learn how to live again not only for myself but for my children, and the book does indeed hold the deepest fears, tears, and loves in my life. The book contains so many feelings tears and love and as one person put it, "So Pretty So Many Tears" when the tears wouldn't stop and how I couldn't stop thinking of and wanting to die! Like I said, I actually really lost my mind. There are many different poems in this book; some are regarding abuse, death, love, reincarnation and even living with physical pain as I do now and have been ever since the year of 2001; it seems as if once the denial stopped and the admission of Tony being dead occurred, the pain and suffering I had secretly been feeling in my heart and my soul, suddenly spurted out of me and showed and was now felt physically. For the secret I was holding within me was the secret I withheld even from my own self and that was that Tony was dead. I was full of secrets all of my life, first I held the secret from my family the love I had for Tony; he was my secret love. Then, I held the biggest secret from myself; the death of Tony's body but not the death of my love for him. There are also some poems from my granddaughter Vanessa Espitia and from two of my daughters, Desiree Grace and Princess Anna, both of whom I encourage to write all their thoughts and feelings from their heart, if that is what they want to do. Most of my 12 children are blessed with the talents of writing and art; along with some of my grandchildren. So Pretty