Posts Tagged ‘grief’

Angel Bumps, Hello from Heaven…

Angel Bumps, Hello From Heaven I got to know Anne Bardsley in a Facebook Group we’re both members of and I know for sure I cannot wait to meet her in real life! We have so much in common and during a recent phone call I found out she grew up in Wayne, Pa. and I had been in Wayne that day for lunch. She lives in a Florida beach town now and plans to do only 3-things a day and one of them is to go to the beach! I’m looking forward to her coming ‘home’ for a few book signings. Anne gets up at 4:30 am while it’s peaceful and quiet (until she cracks herself up) to write in her sunroom.

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Music Monday and Memories…

I still wonder how it’s possible that after 18-years my body knows, my subconscious remembers. It starts with my body feeling heavy. I get that awful lump in my throat and feel sick.

How does a certain song trigger our minds to recall memories, some beautiful and some so sad? Why did this song randomly play on the radio station I’m listening to today?

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It Starts Here…

For the month of April I will be participating in the A-Z Challenge. You can find out more about it here:

A to Z Badge 2016

My theme this year is KEEP MOVING FORWARD

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They say all writers are insecure…

 

Every writer needs a support group and one of my favorites (yeah I need several) is the Insecure Writers Support Group. If you need a place to share your insecurities, ask questions or perhaps you have something positive to share with your fellow writers then this is the place for you…

http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com

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J is for John.

Thank you so much to all of you who are visiting from the A-Z Challenge for the first time and for those of you returning, it is great to catch up with you!

A-Z Badge

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J is for John

My second book, The Fathers Pain will be out later this year.  It is a true story, a memoir.  I never met John. The opportunity to tell his story is an honor and I feel his spirit as I write.

Seventeen –years ago this month, seventeen year –old John made a desperate decision and ended his life. Like the memories, the whys will always haunt everyone that loved this special young man.

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