FOR THE GARDEN….. MAY 2020 RELEASE!!!!
Years ago, the unimaginable murder of eleven-year-old Samuella Rose left Sarina Rose, her twin sister, in a downward spiral and plagued by nightmares. Fifteen years later — the case still wide open — the only way she has managed to keep her head above water is due to her attractive massage therapist, Duane Whitson, who she battles to keep at a distance, and Clyde Small, the detective who has never given up on combing every lead in search for justice. However, it’s her unlikely roommate, Becky Bracken, that introduces her to dream interpretation. …
FOR THE GARDEN.
By Lisa Slater
Projected Release — June 2020
Years ago, the unimaginable murder of eleven-year-old Samuella Rose, Sarina Rose’s twin sister, left Sarina in a downward spiral, plagued by nightmares. Fifteen years later — the case still wide open — the only way she has been keeping her head above water is her massage therapist, Duane Whitson, who helps her combat the daily torture of head pains, and Detective Small, who had never given up on combing every lead in search for justice. However, it’s her unlikely roommate, Becky Bracken, that introduces Sarina to a new approach…
STOP GUILTING YOURSELF
I’ve recently had a friend post the following:
“Could not get back up to do homework. Don’t know why I ever tell myself I will…”
Now, I don’t know the exact context nor my friend’s emotional feelings behind the post. Friend very well may have been joking around. However, no happy emojis were present and I felt there was an underlying sadness or dissatisfaction with oneself. Which caused me to think, how many of us can relate?
Who among us hasn’t experienced that feeling of disappointment for letting ourself down? I know I have. …
A personal poem I struggled with sharing. I wrote this to help relieve a small part of my brokenness over having been a foster parent — and to partially explain why I can do it no more.
A piece of me has gone with every child that has left and at the end of the day, I dont have enough pieces to be whole again.
To all the foster parents still living the battle, and to all the children who need to know…
Every night after distractions disappear
My heart breaks anew and my soul fills with tears