A Mother S Tears

The heartbreaking story of how Cathy Broomfield lost not only her youngest daughter Kirsty at the hands of a murderer, but also Kirsty's big sister Hayley, who died of heartbreak when the agony of her sister's loss became too much to bear.

This daring speculative novel tackles terrorism and anti-immigrant hysteria, combining lyric intensity with the tools of science fiction.

Gangs are a blemish on our society and cause much distress to those who are around them. They sell drugs, commit acts of violence, and influence our children. We need to learn how to fight back, not with more police or longer sentences, but at the heart of gangs, which is their recruitment ability. We can only do this by arming our children and ourselves with the necessary tools. Awareness, education, and truth are what is needed. Gangs come off as glamorous and cool, when in reality, the life is brutal and eats a person up like cancer. We can beat thistogether!

A Mother's Tears for a Missing Son is a first hand account of my personal journey when my son mysteriously disappears in remote Alaska wilderness. It describes the adventures of a free spirited young man who lived on the edge of life and whose choices brought him and his family to an unforeseen outcome of bizarre twists and turns. The expansiveness of the environment offers a setting where the unexpected can happen at a moment's notice. A Mother's Tears for a Missing Son is a story of hope, faith, and trust, with a determination to never give up. I struggled to maintain endurance and courage, through an intense time of grief. As the story unravels, I realized the many opportunities for growth as I navigated my way through a devastating experience with resilience and came to understand the need to fully embrace and process the grief – while enduring personal tragedy. Ultimately, a sense of peace predominates.

#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the indie rock sensation known as Japanese Breakfast, an unforgettable memoir about family, food, grief, love, and growing up Korean American—“in losing her mother and cooking to bring her back to life, Zauner became herself” (NPR). • CELEBRATING OVER ONE YEAR ON THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LIST In this exquisite story of family, food, grief, and endurance, Michelle Zauner proves herself far more than a dazzling singer, songwriter, and guitarist. With humor and heart, she tells of growing up one of the few Asian American kids at her school in Eugene, Oregon; of struggling with her mother's particular, high expectations of her; of a painful adolescence; of treasured months spent in her grandmother's tiny apartment in Seoul, where she and her mother would bond, late at night, over heaping plates of food. As she grew up, moving to the East Coast for college, finding work in the restaurant industry, and performing gigs with her fledgling band--and meeting the man who would become her husband--her Koreanness began to feel ever more distant, even as she found the life she wanted to live. It was her mother's diagnosis of terminal cancer, when Michelle was twenty-five, that forced a reckoning with her identity and brought her to reclaim the gifts of taste, language, and history her mother had given her. Vivacious and plainspoken, lyrical and honest, Zauner's voice is as radiantly alive on the page as it is onstage. Rich with intimate anecdotes that will resonate widely, and complete with family photos, Crying in H Mart is a book to cherish, share, and reread.

It took me thirty years to write my book. This is my first book to be published. I wanted to share with the world the injustice that my family and many other families had to endure. The justice system is not always right. It tore our families apart. Not even love could fix what had been broken. I pray that something in my book might help the people that have been affected by our case or one like it. Thank you Dana Nachman and Don Hardy for doing the documentary The Witch Hunt. It gave me the incentive to finish my book. Thank you, my children, for loving me, Carol, Johnnie, Tommie, Lisa, and Bryan. Thank you, Rick, for always being there to catch this mother’s tears. Yvonne, Pam, and Misty, thank you for holding me together.