“Bristol boyz Stomp”

Driving to the courthouse that day was surreal.  I could not believe it was March 17, 2000.  It was Saint Patrick’s Day.  Hopefully that meant the day would be lucky. I guess that is not the right thought.  What I wanted had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with justice.

It was hard for me to go to Bristol at that time. There was a makeshift memorial for David close to the spot where he was found. It was slightly comforting. I felt close to Dave in that spot. I honestly am now affected every time I see any such memorial.

Such a beautiful Ball Park! Great Game! How about those Phillie’s!!! To celebrate my blog approaching 300 followers I am giving a prize for every 10 new followers;  The winners this week will be chosen from the comments on this post and from my last 2 posts.   I am looking for the most meaningful

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