My brain surgeon’s office was two states away, so I recovered in my own bed back home in Montana. With all that had happened in the last few weeks, I truly believed God had done something very special for me. Still, each morning I staved off the panic attacks that[…]

There was a reason I believed I was experiencing a bona fide miracle when I awoke from the brain surgery. Before my diagnosis, a friend of mine had sent me a writing she had penned long ago. She sent it because I was going to have a surgery on my[…]

It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon before my eyes fluttered quickly, then opened. The artificial light in the intensive care unit at Brotman Medical Center in Culver City glared back at me. Disoriented,  I squinted up from the hospital bed. A smile backlit a face that[…]

I hear ya… As I am working on my memoir, I have had to ask myself a very serious question. What theme threads run through the tapestry of my life? Have I experienced things that I’ve learned from? How can this help my readers in some way? “It[…]

That last semester at college seemed the longest one of all. Senioritis hit me just as hard as it hit all the eighteen to twenty-somethings aching to be done and on their way to the next big adventure. And it seemed I had saved some of my hardest[…]