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My Grandmother's Hair
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so we may all discover that tapping into the images and languages of our own experience — our memories — can nourish and encourage us.
This book reveals how myth, metaphor and family stories shape our lives. The result is an honest, poignant tale that encourages readers to look more deeply into themselves.
My Grandmother's Hair is available in bookstores and from the University of Toronto Press, or online from:
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Marion Woodman, Jungian Analyst, Author. London, Ontario.
An autobiography told with alarming authenticity. Alarming because it divulges the delights and devestations of being the third generation daughter of a family rooted in small town Ontario. Ann Elizabeth Carson details the resultant psychic spit created in herself. She superbly outlines her healing process through the creative and connecting power of myth, and of her own art work. Readers will look more deeply into themselves.
Regine Kurek, Artist. Director, Arscura School for Art. Richmond Hill.
In this book Ann Elizabeth Carson looks truth squarely in the eye. Art can be terrible. Art is not always fun. But it is honest. Art is not just decorative, or superfluous. Art is necessary, essential for our surival! In fact it could just be that helps us to stay alive, well and sane. There cannot be enough written about this truth and there will never be enough courageous souls who dare to make art for life as the path to wholeness. Fortunately Ann Elizabeth Carson is one of them. A fabulous and creative read!
Maryleah Otto, Journalist, Author. Huntsville.
Your candor, honesty and no-holds barred account stirred powerful feelings and awakened memories. Art work, poetry, narrative- a three dimensional, complex texture disclosing the suppression and marginalization of women-will resonate in our hearts long after the reading, and will have particular appeal for serious minded feminists as well as students of social psychology. More casual readers will also find many riches within these pages.
Margaret Johnston, Anglican Priest. Bracebridge.
When I started reading I was not sure where the journey would take me or where it would end. However, I could not/not take the risk and was compelled to keep reading as my own memories and remembering came flowing into my body and consciousness.
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