Jordan's Rivers (excerpt) In all her years of being married, she had never been attracted to another man except for the man that was now standing before her.  Life had dealt her such a hard blow in the area of love that she questioned whether she could feel the way she was feeling right now ever again.  This feeling had become anomalous and foreign.  For it had been years since she had experienced a power this great.  Manning placed his hand on the wall just above her shoulder so that she had no way of escape.  He figured it was now or never!  “What your man doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he mannishly whispered in her ear, so close that the heat from his breath sent chills down her spine.  “Well, it may not hurt him, but it would surely hurt me, because I would be living a lie.”  Entranced by looking into the depths of his eyes, her breath caught in her throat.  Her heart beat triple time.  Thank God the tall, dark, handsome, passionate man was also a physician.  Her current mental and physical state was screaming, "HELP - I NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!"  In deep concentration and profound dilemma,  she breathlessly admitted, “I couldn’t live with myself.”  Her tone was not convincing at all and in the forefront of her mind she was thinking, all these years of being married to Qyntyn and now this! Family Secrets (excerpt) Someone say, someone knew, but no one dared tell! In order for a woman to know where she is going in life, she has to understand from whence she came.  Doesn’t every child have the right to know the true identify of his or her father?  Life is a gift in itself that God allows for the continual growth of the family tree.  Each branch, no matter how strong or weak, establishes a connectedness with the past and effectuates a stem to the future.  At some point in life, each of us will encounter someone who has lived with this void.  The signs will be alarming, though we may not be psychologically astute enough to actually pinpoint the place from which these characteristics were birthed.  A fatherless child experiences a tugging in his or her heart because the need to know from whence he or she came is overwhelming.  Just to look upon a pair of eyes, fingers, toes, or a smile that reflects an image of self, can be exhilarating and fulfilling.  To know not from what family tree we were sprouted can be deleterious, debilitating, and life haunting.  The disconnectedness can cause one to hate for no apparent reason, to seek love in all the wrong places . . . .