I’ve been a long time fan of Mary Stone’s books. I haven’t read them in a while, but I have a copy of the one I own and enjoy it often. I am a big fan of the self-help nature of Mary’s writing and the way she discusses the deeper meaning of the things she writes about. She describes the journey of a person who is struggling with something and is given the wisdom and tools necessary to become the person she wants to be.
At times, Marys writing can be a little “self-help” focused, but the books themselves are not. Instead they are a collection of essays and stories about what she calls “the big questions.” These essays and stories are really about the many different aspects of life, from the mundane (how to wash your hands), to the more significant (the importance of love), to the more spiritual (when to turn away from the world).
My favorite aspect of the books is that they include the author’s own take on the big questions. For example, Mary writes about the importance of love, and in that essay she talks about the importance of the right perspective.
Mary Stone’s essays and stories are very personal, and I like that because they are very real. You can tell a lot about a person by looking at what they write about. For example, Mary writes about how she is a big fan of the Beatles, and when you read her essay about that, you notice that she wrote about how she is a fan of the Beatles and that the Beatles were her favorite band growing up.
With that in mind, I want to also tell you about the other essay of hers that we found on our site. Mary wrote about how her father was abusive and that she didn’t know how to help him. He was an abusive alcoholic, she wrote. He was also a huge fan of the Beatles. The essay, which was about what she felt as a kid, was in that essay, she wrote about how she has a similar experience with her mother.
When my mother and I were growing up, my father was an alcoholic. He drank constantly. During my childhood, my mother was very protective of me, but when I was a teenager, she started to realize that I was not getting any treatment for the abuse. She made the decision to put me into counseling. When I was very young, I knew I was going to find out about my father’s abuse, but I was afraid to find out.
Well, if you grew up in a loving family, you might not be as frightened of finding out about your father’s abuse as maybe you would be if you were a kid growing up in a family that was so messed up that you thought your mother had abandoned you. But that’s not the case for most people, and it’s not a common experience, I think.
My mother wasn’t the only one who was abusive to me. I was the only one who didn’t know about it. As a kid I was very aware of my mothers abuse, because I grew up in a home where my mother was a drug addict, and my father was a violent man. However, I was also aware of this from the time I was a teenager, and the fact that my mother couldn’t control herself.
She was a heroin addict, and she didnt stop using until she was in her mid-thirties. But it wasn’t until she was in her late-teens when she started abusing alcohol, and her body started to fail her.
I don’t know if the media is aware of this, but the books of Mary Stone were her personal collection of poetry, and later when she died her journals went to her husband and his family, who also became her literary executor. I remember hearing a story about her husband, who made sure to keep the journals in order, and was trying to get them published. But these days I dont really know what to think of Mary Stone.