Monthly Archives: February 2016


      Just like my blog, I've started, stopped, started again and I feel that now is when my heart is telling me it is time to write a book.      Rather than surprise you when it is written and done, I would like to t...

A Journal to my Heart


      Just like my blog, I've started, stopped, started again and I feel that now is when my heart is telling me it is time to write a book.      Rather than surprise you when it is written and done, I would like to t...

A Journal to my Heart


        I was becoming moody.  Three months had passed since our collision.  Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain.  Misery was normal.  Moodiness...

Footprints in the Sand



        I was becoming moody.  Three months had passed since our collision.  Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain.  Misery was normal.  Moodiness...

Footprints in the Sand


        I was becoming moody.  Three months had passed since our collision.  Having decreased my narcotic dose, I was more lucid, which allowed me to remember more of my daily pain.  Misery was normal.  Moodiness...

Footprints in the Sand


     Two weeks ago, on a Thursday, I was leaving an appointment an hour from my home when I pulled into a well known fast food establishment.  Already disappointed that this drive through was the last  place I could stop before...

Asshole of the Day!