The truth about me is that I tuned in to Oprah’s Life Class for a few minutes today.  The challenge that impaled my chest only one minute in was, Are you addicted to your story? Impaled my chest? Y

As February rounds the bend, I'm surprised at how eager I am for spring.  To me, there really hasn't been a winter.  As I say that, I'm projecting pleading eyes upon the screens of everyone who is t

  Thank you for allowing me good housing, warmth, ample food, healthcare and good health.   Thank you for my eyes and having the ability to see without them. Thank you for my ears and not needing them

During my teen years there was no doubt in my mind. I was going to be a mother and a writer. In my 20's, as a young mother I drove myself nearly insane trying to figure out what My Purpose was on this

Why oh Why? Giving has never been a problem for me. If a squirrel was sick and needed some blood I would probably be first in line. I have loved foster children and homeless people and cared for the

"Are you going to write a follow-up book about your experiences with triple-negative breast cancer?" A freelance writer asked me that question during an interview about my book, No More Secs! Living

  Being on the Verge means listening to my soul. Not only listening to it – really, really hearing it and letting it sing out loud. Releasing it from it's bounds – so it can ring true – even if it c

  I'm a woman on the verge because two seven-year-old cats rule my home. In addition, my assertive move to combat this fiasco is to get four fluffy kitten wonders to help shift the power balance, to i

I remember so clearly way back then... Curled up in my closet with a book and a pen The ending didn’t sit well with me I needed a flashlight so I could see.   Before I realized; I was a mother-to-be

    dreaming of true sisterhood women sharing talk about it to those who care women on the verge   no reason to feel alone hands reach out oceans apart sisters of the heart women on the verge   liste