I could hardly contain my happiness. It was a reprieve, a time of relief, and a moment of mercy.
Month: October 2017
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.
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This Battle I Fight: An RA Story
Do I allow my body to conform and give up? Or do I choose a different path?
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My Last Tattoo: A Las Vegas Story
"Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin"
