Roller Coaster-The Week Mercy Showed Up: An RA Story

I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.

Writing For An Audience-Who Is It? A Writer’s Story

That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.

Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?

“Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin”