30 May 2012
29 May 2012
**** the heat today in the northeast is suffocating, make sure you water your roses, they need to drink on a continual basis in order to bloom, like all of us.
28 May 2012
Happy Memorial Day
27 May 2012
25 May 2012
24 May 2012
An incredible open book sequence of human struggle, stripped completely bare of anything that makes one feel secure. The sheer guts of this author wins her a prize, in telling this story in every depth of emotional and physical pain, in episodes of absolute abandon and depression. This woman's open vulnerability delved deeply into the lost hope that there even was a god, then at the end finding redemption in a god whom had picked her up and carried her through in her darkest of moments. I had waited for this book to arrive after reading her first book. I knew it would be explosively painful, but I had no idea, in the end, what I would find within her words. The book left me amazed at how far one can fall, then rise, not only above it all, but with the pure guts to write a book deploring human misery and loss in such a way that it saturates you, and then defies any thought you might have had about being able to handle the pressures of your own life. Left me empowered to believe, dig deep, then deeper still, as this author states. The author has placed many pictures of her tissue expanders bulging from her head within the middle of the pages of the book. The pictures allowed me as a reader, to identify with what she was going through as it lent much more than a visual of disfigurement for me. Some of the pictures left me speechless, as I am not sure if I, as a woman, could have endured this same process, had it been me. The behind the door peek into this woman's life before the accident made it all the more wrenching for me, then
empowering as she became strong enough to come into her own. What I found most amazing is that this woman has an incredible gift for writing in no matter what she is telling, and through all the horror, it has finally become her thread to her future. The story is a testament that the human will, and a mother's love, are two of the most powerful medicines known to mankind. It also left me in believing, get out when you can !
23 May 2012
21 May 2012
Naked in front of GOD book 1 Are you there GOD, it's me ? out on Kindle
Print book available end of week
20 May 2012
Amazon, Barnes & Noble.com and Indie Bound will begin carrying title in print week during the week of May 21, 2012.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
19 May 2012
Early morning run through the park today, held onto its solitude in blissful surrender.
18 May 2012
Pictures to soon follow, no not of me, of my roses.
17 May 2012
16 May 2012
15 May 2012
14 May 2012
"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. "
— Henry David Thoreau
12 May 2012
Ralph Waldo Emerson
11 May 2012
10 May 2012
09 May 2012
“Yoga is 99% practice and 1% theory.” Let's face it, life can get messy !
08 May 2012
06 May 2012
04 May 2012
will be released on or before May 21, 2012 in paperback and e book format..
A year after the hair processing chemicals had torn at my flesh; they began tearing at my self-confidence, and larger still, at my life.
Pain shot through my insides, like some demon clawing at my flesh, ripping apart my body cavity, and those damn apostles, well I faulted them for this poison in my pain. I saw them standing over me, bearing the iron cross, the same cross I envisioned being placed on my grave. I would survive for ten minutes after a shower, and then the throbbing in my head always had me lying down on the bathroom floor. Slowly, I would enable a crawl to the bedroom.
Smells and sounds often reminded me that I would not be rerouted out of this life, this horrible set of circumstance. There he was, clinging high up on my ceiling, ever forbidding me to leave this earth. God had given my brother the green light; I was always stuck on yellow. Yellow meant you waited; you waited a good long time until God made his irretrievable final decision to make you a relic of a past life, or move you on through to the future. The oxymoron was that the pain of life had me almost welcoming death.