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.
People often ask why I wrote Here We Go Joe, a book about Joe’s struggle with dementia. You see Joe wasn’t my father. He was my husband’s father. So why do I have the right to compose my story regarding a man that wasn’t my flesh and blood? Because, even though Joe wasn’t my father,Continue reading “Why I Wrote Here We Go Joe”
For thirty-two years, my life revolved around teaching children with disabilities. Some of these children were severely disabled, unable to talk, feed themselves, or walk. Others had emotional issues that interfered with their ability to focus on anything outside of their hostility. Many had autism while others had Downs Syndrome. Each child was unique andContinue reading “Life Before Writing”