Over time, I’ve realized that when I enter into an uncomfortable situation, I usually receive a blessing of some sort.
Today is the day my book is set to fly.
It’s my birthday and I can cry if I want to. It is my birthday but so far, no tears. Instead a realization of another year to add to all the others that have piled up over time. What is a birthday? A place in time that marks how many trips the earth has rotatedContinue reading “It’s My Birthday”
Everyone has a voice that yearns to be heard and a story wanting to be told.
In my father’s presence, I was invisible.
Blogging was my first step to building the confidence I needed. So I turned to my French Bull dog, Carl.
People would come in and sit on my leather seats while trying to bring some cheer to my friend, but to no avail.
I wrote Empty Hands for women who want to dig beyond the surface of life and uncover the spiritual treasures just waiting to be discovered.
Who was Joe to me? An independent soul that only wanted to live each day his way A man that appreciated the little gestures of others A fixer of things and an eagerness to share his talents with neighbors A gentleman with a sweet smile and a kind gesture towards others An artist who skippedContinue reading “Who Joe Was To Me”
Come along and snuggle up to magic with a pen and paper.