As an amateur genealogist, my “job” is to follow paper trails to determine family connections and unearth long-buried family secrets. So, it should come as no surprise that when selecting fictional reading materials, I often choose stories about families and their complex relationships.
Like the surf undulating against the shore, the sands of the Sahara ebb and flow with the wind. Alice George watches the English waters, recalling the life she left behind years ago when she roamed the desert with the Tuareg, a tribe of nomadic warriors. Separated by decades and distance, it had been easy to keep these two lives far removed from one another, that is, until circumstances cause her past and present to collide and Alice’s carefully crafted existence to crumble.
As the eldest of four females in our family, I know how fulfilling and enriching sisterhood is and how blessed I am to have these women in my life. However, I also am aware of how painful relationships with sisters can be at times. When words are wielded like weapons, they can tear the heart and scar the soul. The people with whom you are closest and share some of your earliest memories can hurt you the most.
One hundred years ago, American women were granted the right to vote. However, this right was not won quickly or easily.
In 1848, the women’s movement was launched at The Seneca Falls Convention with women’s suffrage being the primary demand. The movement gathered momentum through the 1850s; however, with the onset of the Civil War in 1861, women’s suffrage lost its steam. Four years later, with the end of the war, the suffrage movement began again. Unfortunately, it took 55 more years before American women were granted the right to vote.