Have you ever felt like life is just too tough? You just want to run away…to anywhere just as long as you don’t stay where you are. But deep down you know that won’t help anything. Your problems will just pack themselves into whatever suitcase you pull off the[…]

No matter what I hear about the evils of social media, I enjoy participating in it. I have made online friends, who I know have grown to care about me, as I have grown to care about them. And I want you to know, every time a Facebook[…]

Author Seth Godin defines the words “cutting edge.” Here, Clear Prose Communications offers up some of his best advice for authors today: http://www.clearprose.com/seth-godin-book-publishing/

I walked up to the “new fiction” section of my local book store and picked up an intriguing book with an orange cover. I rubbed my thumbs the textured paper. It felt good under my fingers. The illustration of the small town with the stone chapel drew me in.  I[…]

Have you ever heard the theory of the butterfly effect? The theory holds that one flap of a butterfly’s wing can be one link in a chain of events that results in a hurricane a year later. Of course, there is no way to prove this takes place,[…]

Have you ever read a Chicken Soup for the Soul book? Chicken Soup for the Soul, a series of books started by Jack Canfield, now includes over 250 titles and has sold more than 110 million copies in the US and Canada alone. It’s been translated into 43[…]

  Stopping the Cycle of Generational Alcoholism I was disgusted with my parents’ alcoholism. So this is how I handled it; I took drugs instead. It made total sense to me at the time. Drugs were clean. I could hide them more easily than my mother’s 5th of[…]

Hi everyone, I want to say thank you for all who have stopped by this blog and have taken the time to read the story of my life and even leave comments. You have been so encouraging to me. I am taking this blog down (it will be[…]

The thing about tragedies is that they catch you by surprise.  You get up in the morning and lazily eat breakfast as if you have all the time in the world.  You pick out something to wear (as if it mattered), and lackadaisically wander through the routine of[…]

Michael the Archangel and I had finally found our way back to Los Angeles. His mother had allowed us to temporarily move in with her. She already shared the three-bedroom bungalow with her elderly mother, who had lost a leg lifting a car off of a six-year-old girl.[…]