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I went into David’s room.  We had to take turns.  A machine breathed for him.  Wires hanging and that awful beep, beep sound of monitors.  I told him I loved him and that I would never leave him.  He was covered in dry crusty blood.  I wanted to wash him.  The nurse said that was […]

We made it! President Lincoln looks so small here but he is really large.. I have never seen so many people in one place in my life and everybody was kind it was a bit strange in a very good way… ######################################################################  I did not make my goal of 300 follower’s before the end of

My baby parade continued.  In October we found out Heather was expecting.  I was scared for her.  We all were.  If anyone deserved a miracle, it was Heather.  I had no doubt God chose the right parents for Kyle. I was in awe of the way she loved and protected that baby.  Just imagine how

I am so excited to have reached 200 followers on my blog. To celebrate we are having a contest. I have a goal of reaching 300 followers by the end of August. So, for every 10 new followers I will randomly choose a winner from all followers.  It’s that easy! Follow, leave a comment and

Last Monday night the subject of my second book, my stepson Michael, was in a motorcycle accident. The book I have been writing involves the story of Michael finding his 17 year old brother hung at the age of 15. His life spiraled out of control and through the grace of God and the love

David’s birthday was July 3rd. My mother wanted to have a birthday party for him. I thought that was really weird. We all showed up anyway and it was really weird. Was I the only one bothered by having a birthday party for a dead person? I guess we do celebrate the birthdays of a

I was still involved in such an unhealthy relationship. After I counted all the horrible things I had done in my life and all the awful things that happened to me, I would try to plan my escape. How could I do it with the least amount of confrontation and angst? Yeah it was pretty

In April I was asked to do another poem for NOVA’s ecumenical service. I wanted my poem, this year to be a little more positive, empowering. There were so many people there that had lost loved ones on 9/11. My heart was breaking for them. Would they ever have justice? Would they ever have the

My family just gasped. They were going to prison but for only 5 and 8 years! The moans and crying from their families was over dramatic and very annoying. How dare they? I remember Angela Galione screaming, “Why are they doing this to him”. I really wanted to punch her in her stupid face. Was