Writing a Book Isn’t for Wimps

Writing a Book Isn’t for Wimps

I hate my book.  I love my book. I don’t want to dissect sentences one more time. I’m sick of editing. My writing coach told me writing a book is a marathon, not a sprint. He didn’t tell me I’d be inching my way across the finish line, or rather crawling and clawing...
I Can Sing Louder Than the Jackhammer

I Can Sing Louder Than the Jackhammer

Our family has been through much turmoil over the past five years with a house that burned, two different car accidents which caused concussions and whiplash for my daughter and I, plumbing problems requiring three complete renovations from a sewage back-up, and two...
Making Music Out of Mishap

Making Music Out of Mishap

My friend Deb is one of the most positive people I know. When her home in 2013 and everything in it burned, she said, “My family and animals got out safely. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever has mattered, or ever will.” Three years later when she broke her...
Grief Remembered

Grief Remembered

  June 26th—a day that will conjure up emotions even when I forget the day on the calendar. Like a built-in clock in my cellular structure, my body remembered the trauma. Last month marked the 5-year anniversary of the Waldo Canyon Fire of Colorado, a fire that left...

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