The captivating story behind the bestselling single in the history of Christian music—and the man who wrote it MercyMe’s crossover hit, “I Can Only Imagine,” has touched millions of people around the world. But few know about the pain, redemption, and healing that inspired it. Now Bart Millard, award-winning recording artist and lead singer of MercyMe, shares how his dad’s transformation from abusive father to man of God sparked a divine moment in music history. Go behind the scenes of Bart’s life—and the movie based on it—to discover how God repaired a broken family, prepared Bart for ministry through music, and wrote the words on his heart that would change his life forever. I Can Only Imagine is a front-row seat to witnessing God’s presence throughout Bart’s life. Whether falling in love with his childhood sweetheart or mourning his father’s death, founding MercyMe or flailing in the midst of its success, Bart continues to place his trust in God’s plans—plans that continue to surprise and surpass what Bart could have ever imagined.
Sensitivity has always been a part of J Bergman's life, and in Swimming In My Own Lane: A Memoir he reflects on his youth through his college experience as a sensitive male. As a shy child, his parents signed him up for the local swim team to be more social having no idea the lifelong impact swimming would have for him. J Bergman would eventually become an All-American swimmer and water polo player earning a scholarship to swim in college. In this sheltered world of the pool through grade school and secondary education, J thrived. But, the focus of the memoir was how college was a struggle academically, athletically and personally. As a young man, still figuring out the environmental and emotional difficulties of being sensitive, he was immersed into the crucible of Division I sports, and had difficulty forging an identity among the toxic masculinity, hazing and endemic bro culture. College left a complicated legacy with the author because of how his sensitivity was challenged. Through this memoir, he has retold the stories that he never wanted to revisit, achieved catharsis for the trauma and found lessons in both good choices and in his mistakes. Swimming In My Own Lane takes an intimate look at the challenges and rewards of being a highly sensitive male through this story of family, swimming, relationships and perseverance.
CENTER “I couldn’t put this book down. I stayed up all night reading it. I laughed, cried, got excited, got mad, was surprised, had a good emotional ride, and learned some things along the way. Wonderful book! ...a great example of how strong and caring a woman can be. What a lady!” ~Sandra Woodard, LMT “I love this book ...absolutely an inspiration. I couldn’t read fast enough! ...taught me to hold my head high no matter what happens in my life. ...face every situation with pride and dignity.” ~Anita Warren, Personal Coach “In several places it takes the reader to the heart... In other places to the pinnacle of accomplishment. Heartwarming... Instructional... Goal oriented... Hard to put down... Altogether enlightening!” ~Charlotte Radieu, M. A.
“The female incarnation of Forrest Gump…her life reads like a trip back through the defining personalities and events of the 20th century.”—Shoreline Times After coming of age at the legendary Grossinger’s resort hotel in the Catskills, Tania Grossinger defied the conventions of an era. When women were routinely consigned to focusing exclusively on husband and family, Tania chose her own path. She started in public relations for The $64,000 Question, the TV show that was the focus of the infamous “quiz show scandals”; she was the publicist for Betty Friedan’s groundbreaking bestseller, The Feminine Mystique; and, for seven years, served as the director of broadcast promotion for Playboy Magazine and the Playboy Club. And that was only the beginning. After escaping her marriage, she embarked on the next chapter of her life. Along the way she crossed paths with such iconic figures as Ayn Rand, Jackie Robinson, Joan Rivers, Timothy Leary, and Johnny Carson. Tania would also became embroiled in a real-life mystery: the unsolved disappearance of Claudia Kirschhoch, a fellow travel writer who vanished without a trace from their beachside hotel on the western tip of Jamaica. Of her first memoir, Growing Up at Grossinger’s, the Jewish Daily Forward said Tania’s “childhood was…Like a version of Kay Thomson's Plaza Hotel-dwelling Eloise by way of 'Dirty Dancing.’” Now, written as an open letter to an imaginary daughter, Tania reflects on growing beyond—in a smart, funny, and revealing account of ignoring expectations and becoming a truly independent woman.
Synopsis High School Memoirs: A Journey in Surrealism is a tear-jerking, hilarious ride for a less-than-ordinary High School student who battles bullies and librarians to become King of the Classroom. Set in a small Catholic High School on the north side of Chicago, author Sean Cusack takes us on a surrealistic journey through four fun-filled years of triumph and tragedy in this unique epic. The journey begins with Sean Cusack entering St. Bernadin High School in August of 1995 as a very young and innocent Freshman student. He focuses on several life changing experiences in his infant days of High School that change him forever. Innocence Lost traces the steps Sean Cusack took that ultimately lead him on a path toward frequent battles with students and the school faculty and Administration. As a Sophomore, The Ride most certainly takes us on a ride through fights, vandalism, and verbal debacles that continued to steer the vengeful ship that Sean Cusack had been building since a Freshman. He now had become the ships Captain as it set sail. The Ride takes us through many strange and mysterious encounters that add more of a surrealist element to this budding melodrama and comedic satire. Sean Cusacks roses bud Junior Year in Forever Remembered, when he becomes a charismatic hero and leader of a rebellious group of students that pillage and plunder the school and faculty in wild and zany antics. Forever Remembered embodies the humorous and more imaginative side of Sean Cusack as the journey through High School becomes more surreal. Senior Year wraps up the trials and tribulations that Sean Cusack had endured thus far in his High School experience culminating into one person after years of battling the Defunct Administration. He is molded by evil as the rebellious youth becomes totally hellbent on crippling the school. In the end, he loses friends, respect from teachers, but most of all, he loses faith in his cause, yet ends his High School experience with a fantastical and triumphant bow. Sean Cusack proves that not all High School stories are the same in this turbulent and chaotic autobiography. High School Memoirs: A Journey in Surrealism chronicles a strange and unique history that is truly a step above the rest.
For our first special date, I chose a dress that would be special. The texture was crisp but not solid as taffeta or poplin; it was capable of floating. It was fine cotton; unusual for an evening dress, but the color was graphite, with a slight flair, like lakes in soft pencil on cartridge paper. The top was fitted to my narrow frame, not too low, but with unfussy chemise shoulders. The waist was slightly dropped so that my long torso was straight like a pencil—from there, the skirt, cut on a bias, flowed and floated over stiff netting. On the shoulder I had pinned my mother’s gold brooch, a rose. On one of its petals shone a diamond dewdrop. It was seven o'clock. Then eight o’clock. Then nine. I waited. I hardly knew him and already he was late; probably already bored with me—they all get bored eventually. I knew why. It was vanity. I didn’t feel attractive or alluring or desired. I quickly dismissed any notion of giving him a piece of my mind. I pulled up my skirt and undid my garters and carefully rolled down my sheer black silk stockings. I folded the stockings up together and put them on the table next to a vase of gladioli. After that, I painted my toenails Polynesian Pink to match my fingernails. I wiggled my toes while I waited for my toenails to dry, and then I unfolded the stockings and rolled them back up my legs. When I had done up my garters I put on my shoes—all done—and I waited some more. I was just another woman at his disposal, which made me disposable. The fact that I aspired to be a great painter meant nothing to him. What happens when you fall in love with a man with no conscience? When you have been seduced and abandoned and left for dead? How do you reconcile your life, your truth, your fiction, and your memories? You spend the better part of your life trying to forget, and then you remember it one last time. You write the story from a safe distance of more than thirty years. You write it from memory where the true essence of the affair resides, and you release it into the cosmos finally, forever... May he rest in pieces.