As 2013 begins, I am furious. I am horrified. I am numb. That’s because I am woman. I am also one of too many women who have been or yet will be raped, brutalized or even killed by a man Read more…
As the nation mourns another tragic school shooting;, it’s crucial to look at what we’re doing wrong. I say this with regard to mental illness, since anyone who kills 20 children is undoubtedly deeply disturbed. I’m speaking both as a Read more…
The roller-coaster ride is probably not over but one week later, we’re home. My husband’s glucose levels are far lower than they were even a few days ago, and we are well armed: with a plan to reverse his diabetes Read more…
People say you should never leave someone you love alone in a hospital. And doctors write books about the need for patients to be their own best advocates. Yesterday I learned exactly why both thoughts are crucial. I’m pondering it Read more…
I want to let you know I’ve heard you, loud and clear. Today I responded to your comments about Sister of Silence, by way of uploading the revised version of my e-book. Which you can get free, in just one Read more…
While the rest of the East Coast was waiting out (or wading out from under) Hurricane Sandy, I was learning how to be a better writer. I also learned one indie author’s secret to selling a million e-books in a Read more…
My husband could have died Monday morning. He didn’t, but he could have. With a blood sugar level of 37, that number was very near diabetic seizure or stroke range Because I was sick Sunday, Butch made his own dinner—canned Read more…
Or earthquakes or wildfires, or any other natural disaster that leads to death and devastation for our fellow man? Or do we? I know I did, the past few days. And this isn’t the first time. It happens something like Read more…
It was perfect race weather. The rain held off, giving us plenty of time to finish the inaugural 10 walk/run for Samantha’s Sanctuary here in Morgantown, W.Va. More runners turned out than initially signed up, so we had a good Read more…
In January, my friend Sheila and I went to Mexico for our mutual friend Olga’s wedding. We knew a little Spanish, but not much. An hour after our plane landed, we got into a car with two men, strangers we Read more…