When you know one of the most unpleasant activities is about to happen to you, admit it, you prefer it happen the most common and best way possible, right? That’s how I sure was thinking, knowing something like that was soon to happen to me. Continue reading “Ready Or Not . . . Something Broke”→
My new life as an unwed mother was just a hop, skip, and a jump – and a push – away. It was to be any day now that I’d be experiencingwhat giving birth would actually be like, and what having the name ‘Mom’ would feel like. Was I ready? Do dogs meow? Of course not! Having that feeling that God, family, and friends were right next to me was why I was the most ready I could be. Continue reading “Ready or Not . . .”→
What was a typical day like for your average nineteen-year-old thirty years ago? When you woke up, you were glad there was nothing electronic close at hand to open up the world to you. You, alone, away from it all . . . perfect. Once awake, you’d turn on your favorite radio station or you’d rewind your cassette to hear your favorite Billy Joel, Whitney Houston, or Lionel Richie song again.
One of my past posts showed a small portion of an extra special journal writing I did thirty-three years ago. Click here to read because what’s below is what directly came next on that page. My book, God and Your Pillow, is available now that covers my entire story behind me and that journal.