One year ago this month, an anesthesiologist sedated me. Then a surgeon used a power saw to cut through the bones in both legs. When I woke up a few hours later I had two brand-spanking-new knees. They have served me well, too. Five weeks after surgery, I was dancing Read more…
That’s some powerful positive thinking going on, and it’s what one reader told me in a message a couple of days ago. Oddly enough, I woke up this morning feeling the same way, that belief having taken root in my brain. I sat up in bed and realized that today Read more…
Now that winter’s over for residents of the Mountain State (It is over, right?) I’m coming home. I think John Denver said it best. “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong, West Virginia, Mountain mama, take me home, country roads.” I left West Virginia in the middle Read more…
Drum roll, please, for my newest book cover! If you’ve read Sister of Silence, you might recall that I ended my memoir on a cliffhanger. I promise, it was not intentional. Many readers later wrote, asking what happened after I left “Eddie”—because I simply didn’t say. I was so focused Read more…
Last week I said I would have a major announcement for you. Actually, I have two. Shatter the Silence, the sequel to my memoir, Sister of Silence, finally has a great book cover. I know you’ve been waiting very patiently to read the continuation of my life story, and I Read more…
Reaching a crossroads is never easy. That’s because with crossroads come major decisions, usually with life-changing implications. I’m there now, standing at that figurative place. I’ve battled an internal tug-of-war, and now feel stronger for reaching this point. More certain. And determined. I wish I could say more, but I Read more…
***CONTINUED FROM LAST MONDAY . . . Most of the time aboard the Grandeur of the Seas, I was either walking the track on the upper deck or immersed in a good book somewhere, hidden away in a quiet corner of the ship. After all, I had all those calories Read more…
Which story shall I tell you first? The one about how I almost broke my neck taking a tumble from the balcony onto the theatre seats below? Or how it felt to peer up at the underbelly of a jet airplane performing a very low-altitude landing few feet above my Read more…
It was almost midnight when she made her entrance, the beautiful, fair-skinned blonde with a red flower in her hair. Unlike most of the women I saw on the streets of Morgantown last night, she wore slacks. Not a sequined miniskirt. Three men, possibly of Pakistani descent, in a nearby Read more…
News Flash!!! I have lots of exciting news to share, but first I really need to apologize to my readers, for keeping you waiting all this time. I have a good reason, several really, why I couldn’t get myself back to blogging, but to be honest, they’re just wimpy excuses. Read more…