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Find Beauty Within Darkness  - Book Tour and Giveaway

9/24/2021

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Find Beauty Within Darkness:
Stopping the Pattern
by Giselle McNab
Genre: Inspirational Autobiography

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At age fourteen, Giselle McNab was on her own. Grieving the loss of her childhood, Giselle wrestled with the events of the past and the bleak promise of her future. Where is there to go when you feel like you’ve hit rock bottom? In this intense and emotional retelling of events in her life, McNab weaves and incredible story of triumph and overcoming every odd stacked against her. She explores the family dynamics, financial struggles, and emotional trauma that perpetuated a cycle of abuse in her childhood and even into her adolescence. Moving through her mother’s history in the Bronx, New York, and then being passed around to different relatives, McNab chronicles the feelings of abandonment and isolation she experienced as a child. Find Beauty Within Darkness is the harrowing story of a survivor. A woman who has not only survived but is now thriving. McNab compels each of us who have experienced trauma to try things a different way—to push past the pain to finally reveal the beauty within us all.


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I remember the closet was small and tight, crowded with coats, shoes, and boxes. I pressed myself into the corner of it, trying not to cry or make a single sound, while the man of the week was making my mother cry. They hit her, they did drugs with her, and they used her. Most of all, they scared me.
I was happy before that, when it was my mother, my father, and my older siblings. I was five, the youngest of three kids, all of us living in New York City in a third-floor apartment across the street from the Chelsea housing projects in Manhattan. Even though my brother and sister had different dads, my dad was their Papi as much as he was mine. He taught my sister how to ride a bike and taught my brother sports. No one was left out. Back then, I attended a Catholic-based Pre-K located inside a brownstone.
I remember playing and singing loudly, “Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies,” while happily waiting for my dad to hoist me onto his shoulders to carry me the ten blocks back home. I felt loved and cared for.
My mother worked two jobs: one, at a diner called Smokey’s on 24th Street and the other at a local community center on 8th Avenue. My father worked for a clothing company called Cacherel, which meant we always had the cutest clothes on the block. My dad came home almost every night with clothes for all of us. I remember so many of them, even a mushroom print shirt that was the style back then. Thinking about it makes me laugh now.
There are so many good memories from those days: playing slip and slide in the apartment hallway, watching TV and movies together before bedtime every night. Of course, like kids we also gave my mom a hard time; we messed around and made noise during our bedtime.
I even fell off the top bunk bed one night right on my sisters’ hard, Candi’s wood clog, busting the entire front of my mouth. That was the beginning of a lot of pain and the cause of my everso-
embarrassing buck teeth!
I think the craziest sibling memory of all had to be when my brother didn’t want to disturb my mom with the light, so he decided to look for his sneakers with a candle under the bed. How my mom got that burning mattress out the window still confuses me but hey, that was our mother—always a step ahead!
I loved the summer days at Brighton Beach with all the other families from 21st Street. I can remember loud radios playing everything from Motown to salsa. Some nights, my father and his friends gathered in Central Park, playing the congas, claves, cowbells, and timbales to create the best salsa sounds I ever heard. My father was so young—only twenty-one—so he was always full
of energy.
But then the arguments between my parents increased. My father hated when my mother went out with her friends or away for the weekends. They accused each other of cheating and doing drugs. My mother hated my father questioning her whereabouts or telling her what to do; it just made the arguments worse.
I remember one night my mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Our bathtub/shower was in the middle of the kitchen and my dad was showering. The argument had started before that, and kept getting worse, until my father jumped out of the tub and began fighting with my mother, slapping her over and over again. Then he turned around and noticed me. I was sitting there, at the kitchen table, watching it all. He tried to soothe me, but there was nothing that he could say to erase what I had just seen or calm the fear in my heart. He left the apartment that night and I didn’t see him again for quite some time.
Things just went downhill from there. We moved out of the apartment in Chelsea and stayed with a family member on Cypress Avenue in the South Bronx for a little while. The neighborhood was suffering from a total economic collapse, with fires destroying more than ninety-seven percent of the buildings. The media speculated that landlords were burning their own buildings for profit from the arson insurance. Regardless, the fires left a lot of people homeless and unemployed, which produced street gangs who supported themselves by dealing drugs. All those abandoned properties attracted squatters, some of whom were mentally ill, and others who were drug addicts.
My mother got heavier and heavier into drugs after my dad left. She would make long trips to the bathroom and emerge high and groggy with small injection bruises running up and down her arms. She’d start to slur her words, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, and sometimes she just nodded off without realizing it. I would just stare at her and wait for her to come out of this zombie stage. My mother was so beautiful, but the more she used, the more the glow in her face and her perfect smile faded away.
Her mother, my grandmother Maria, would come around sometimes to see us. I could hear my grandmother screaming and arguing, pleading with my mom to allow her to take us, but my mom would always tell us to hide in the closet. Sometimes she hid in there with us and would tell people to lie and say we weren’t there.
Then, Isaiah entered our lives. We were living in an apartment in the South Bronx. All I remember about that area is the broken glass, the urine smell, and the loud music and arguments. Isaiah’s
family lived in the same area so we would visit them often. There were a lot of kids in that family and we all played together. The sound of Isaiah’s family’s beautiful singing started to take away from
the agony of watching my mother’s drug use and missing my father.
Then one winter night, we were eating dinner with Isaiah’s family. Suddenly, he leaned over and gave my mother the hardest punch I’d ever seen. She tumbled out of her chair and onto the floor, but he followed, and kept on hitting her over and over again.
His family was able to stop him and pull him off her. My mother’s face was covered in blood, her lip was busted, and her eye was swollen. We all grabbed our coats and ran out of the apartment.
I don’t remember where we slept that night, but I do remember fthe commotion the next morning. My Grandma Maria was standing at the front door, arguing with my mother, and trying to force her way in. Someone must have reached out to her and told her what had happened. My grandmother finally convinced my mother to let her take us away. My siblings were sent to live with my aunt and uncle in North Carolina, and I was dropped off at my Grandmother Lourdes’ house. I remember standing in front of my grandma’s building on 21st Street in Chelsea holding her hand so tightly as I watched my brother and sister be driven away. I had tears in my eyes and so much pain in my heart. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see them again.
Grandma Lourdes was so wonderful to me, and even better, I got to see my father occasionally. Seeing him always made me happy. He stuttered when he spoke, and I would giggle at the way his words sounded. Even though it hurt to be away from my mother, my grandmother and great-grandmother Ernestina, who I called Mamama, showed me so much love. I remember sitting on top of the sofa, putting rollers into her hair while we watched telenovelas together. I had my own room especially made for a princess, but all I wanted was to sleep in that folding bed in Mamama’s room. I felt
safe with her, especially because things were changing so much in my life, and I didn’t know what to expect next.
My Spanish wasn’t good enough then to understand every word my grandmother said, but I knew enough, heard enough, to know my mother was in trouble. My grandma did all she could to make me happy, but I couldn’t stop worrying about my mother, brother, and sister. I missed them so much and I cried every single night with the pain of it. Even now, as an adult, I can’t imagine how I got through all of that when I was just a five-year-old.
My grandmother Lourdes took me to the Dominican Republic for two weeks that summer. I ran around and played like a normal kid. We ate sugar cane, mangos, and limoncillo quenepas freshly
picked from the neighboring yards. Sometimes I played in the patio and would hear the run-down pick-up trucks driving by and selling eggs, fruits, and vegetables. There was so much family and love that summer. It was the best time I could remember ever having;
I cried when it was time to return.
When I got back to my Grandma Lourdes’ apartment, my father came over to visit and asked me about my trip. I was telling him story after story until my grandma interrupted us, saying she had to talk to my father. A few minutes later, he left in a fury, his face the same as it was whenever he argued with my mom.
After my father left, my grandmother sat me down, and with tears in her eyes told me that my mother had picked up my brother and sister and wanted me to return home to live with her again. The next day, I moved to a house on Blackrock Avenue in the Castle Hill area of the Bronx. My grandmother Maria owned it, and it was much nicer than the area we used to live in before.
We had a three-bedroom apartment located in the basement of the home. My aunt and uncle from North Carolina had moved up there and were living on the first floor. I shared a room with my sister, and we played outside in the big backyard all the time. I immediately made friends, and we played hopscotch and freeze tag all summer. My mother would give us money whenever the ice cream truck came around.
I was happy for a while. The glow in my mother’s face was back. The beautiful smile and love she used to give us had returned. There were no more long trips to the bathroom or different men in and out of the house. It was just us, our family, except for my father. But as fall approached, I noticed that my mother’s belly was growing. She told us she was having a baby, but whose baby was it? And how was this going to change everything?
Ashes, ashes, it all falls down…

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Giselle McNab has been figuring out life on her own since the age of fourteen. Her young life was marred by a disturbed, troubled, and volatile childhood. This rocky beginning led to years that spiraled with uncertainty. Despite that, she found the strength and courage to recreate her life, in order to better herself and the life of her daughters. Upon receiving her bachelor’s degree from the University of South Florida, Giselle worked her way up to a senior position in finance for a Fortune 500 company, and is Six-Sigma certified, specializing in improvement methodologies. She uses her free time to volunteer at Habitat for Humanity and coordinates One Blood drives. She also volunteers at non-profits that focus on helping women escaping domestic violence situations.  Hearing the stories of others who have fought for their survival fuels her passion for helping others overcome and rise up from rock bottom. Giselle finds her inner peace at the ocean but her true happy place is at home, where she enjoys cooking and gardening. She and her husband reside in Tampa, FL, and share a happy, blended family of six children


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45 Comments
Michele Soyer
9/24/2021 06:50:15 am

I cannot to read this book - inspiring I am sure.

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Kari B
9/24/2021 07:05:30 am

Sound like this will be a very inspiring read.

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Rita Wray
9/24/2021 09:19:48 am

I like the excerpt and cover.

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Marcy Meyer
9/24/2021 12:23:20 pm

I like the cover. Looks really good.

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Jamie Martin link
9/24/2021 12:59:40 pm

Do you have any advice for new writers?

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wendy hutton
9/24/2021 01:17:08 pm

beautiful cover

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Debbie P
9/24/2021 01:44:35 pm

This sounds like a very good read.

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Susan Smith
9/24/2021 01:59:40 pm

Sounds like a good book. I like the cover and excerpt.

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Wendy Jensen
9/24/2021 02:03:29 pm

The book details sound like a terrific autobiography.

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Sherry
9/24/2021 03:22:00 pm

I really like the covers and the excerpt.

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Barbara Montag
9/24/2021 03:46:47 pm

Inspirational Autobiography - this totally new to me.
Think I would enjoy it.
And what a breathtaking cover!
Thank you for sharing it with us.

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Jon Heil
9/24/2021 03:49:45 pm

Let the light shine bright!

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Beyond Comps
9/24/2021 04:05:11 pm

Great cover!

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Julie Lundstrom
9/24/2021 04:36:38 pm

This looks like an interesting book to read.

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Thomas Gibson
9/24/2021 04:53:31 pm

Cover looks awesome! Excerpt is intriguing. Great work!

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Ann Fantom
9/24/2021 07:12:37 pm

This sounds like an interesting book and I also like the cover.

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David Basile
9/24/2021 07:15:58 pm

This sounds like a good book

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Terri Quick
9/24/2021 08:00:44 pm

Pretty cover

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bn100
9/24/2021 09:27:04 pm

nice cover

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Danielle Day
9/25/2021 01:06:05 am

I like it!

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Bernie Wallace
9/25/2021 07:23:26 am

How long did it take you to write your book?

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Amy F
9/25/2021 02:50:59 pm

Beautiful cover!

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Abigail Gibson
9/25/2021 03:07:14 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Rachel Schichtl
9/26/2021 07:53:24 am

Congratulations on your book!

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LYNN CLAYTON
9/26/2021 03:51:05 pm

OH HOW AWSOME IS THIS

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Dave Gibb
9/26/2021 06:05:24 pm

wow looks awesome

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Karin
9/27/2021 06:29:25 am

Great excerpt

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beth shepherd
9/27/2021 01:26:34 pm

This looks like a great read! Thank you

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angela heerde
9/29/2021 11:03:54 pm

I like book details.

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Kelly D
10/5/2021 05:19:47 pm

The book sounds great, especially the main character.

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Leslie Price
10/17/2021 02:01:25 pm

Congratulations on having the strength to write about so many painful things. It sounds like a really inspirational book.

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Eva Millien
10/21/2021 12:47:26 pm

Nice to meet you, Giselle! Your book sounds like it could be a great inspiration to lots of people including me! I love the cover as well! Thanks for sharing it with me and good luck with your book and the tour!

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Daniel M
10/23/2021 12:02:20 pm

like the cover

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Carol G
10/23/2021 03:15:24 pm

I try not to bemoan the fact that so many who have hard times blame those hard times for however their lives have spiraled into some form of physical, emotional, or financial disaster. Stories like this prove that a person with enough will power and whatever support mechanism they can depend on (internal or external) really can overcome the tragedies/difficulties/whatever the problem was and make a good life for themself.

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Diane Eral
10/23/2021 09:03:57 pm

Thank you for sharing your story to others. I worked as a counselor for years and understand the pain and despair women go through, as I went through that myself. Stay positive on your life. Congratulations on your book!

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Jennifer Galindo
10/23/2021 10:36:00 pm

The Bronx is a very hard place to grow up! You have a personal connection there?

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Renata
10/23/2021 10:36:54 pm

I like the cover!

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Debbi Wellenstein
10/24/2021 12:00:39 pm

I enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway!

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Candie L
10/24/2021 02:28:22 pm

I like the covers that are more innocent and not the yucky stuff

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Marie Cantelli
10/24/2021 06:22:14 pm

Love the cover and how thorough the description is

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joão milheiro teodosio
10/24/2021 07:27:22 pm

What do you think of the book details? Do you have any questions for the author?


A very good blurb

THX

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jose rosado
10/24/2021 07:30:26 pm

What do you think of the book details? Do you have any questions for the author?

Who could play you in a movieof the book???

THX

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Jen R
10/24/2021 09:57:04 pm

The book looks like a great book to read. Thanks for the heads-up on this book.

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Sand
10/24/2021 10:30:03 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Sarah L
10/24/2021 10:53:54 pm

Looks like an interesting book.
Thanks for the contest. 

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