How a heroine forced me to tell her story. I never thought of myself as a writer. Even my dad, God rest his sweet soul, said he never figured one of our family would ever go the literary way. He didn’t mean that in a negative way, I know. We were all more physically-inclined -sportsy even. …

Can Medical Stress Cause Physical Damage in the Worrier? The stress that comes with the fear of loss can be debilitating — even paralyzing. That moment when you realize your partner is only human, and he can leave you at any time, becomes the bread that can choke the life…

How Heresay Can Ruin Your Life

And Why do Some Thrive While others Falter Under Pressure? A Letter to My Writer’s Soul RE: Your Long Absence My dearest, darling muse, It’s been nearly a year since you left me. I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve missed your snark and light-hearted wit. …

How a Spirit Guide Shaped My Future I was maybe four or five the first time I was visited by a spirit. The memory is as clear today, a half century later, as it was that night. I was asleep in my bed, when I startled away. The image of a man shimmered above the floor at the end of my bed. Any normal person would have screamed, but I just scooted back against my headboard and held my breath, mesmerized by his energy.

Lay it Aside I’m one of the lucky ones. It took me fifteen years to get where I am, but I’m finally living a blessed life. Perfect husband. Perfect home. Perfect puppies. Perfect life. Like I said, I’ve been lucky, until a recent incident shook my family to the core. …

Jump on the Technology Train or Get Run Over After two years of writing full time, I’m now looking for a ‘real’ job. Can I just tell you, it really sucks. I have a degree, tons of experience, but trust me, the phone is not ringing off the hook. Why? Is it because I’m not a perky young recent graduate, ready to bleed for the job? Maybe. But I’m still qualified to do most anything, and I have grown up bills that need to be paid. …

The True Victims of Suicide Anger and fear agitate the agitated. Watching every good thing we’ve ever created in this world implode under the haze of racism and cynicism, we forget that there were thousands of people, if not more, already suffering before these heinous acts occurred. Not because of race, or gender, or privilege, or upbringing. They suffer because they are the ones left behind and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.

Arrogance or Confidence May 4, 2020, the winners of the Pulitzer Prize were announced via an online Zoom feed from Columbia University. It took twenty excruciating minutes of listening to the dozen other categories before the fiction winner was read. I held my breath and prayed. Up until the moment…