Tag Archives: PTSD

The Courage to Live

Some conversations linger after the person who whispered urgently in your ear, clasped your hand until your fingers hurt, has departed, eyes downcast, their pain hidden once again from the world. A week or so ago a woman approached me … Continue reading

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Nursing Home Saga, continued

Two days ago I brought Jack home from the nursing home. He stayed ten nights, ten days, twelve hours and eighteen minutes. Or so he informed me. The decision to admit him to a nursing home after rotator cuff surgery … Continue reading

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Aging Warrior

Yesterday I checked Jack into a nursing home. For the first time in the twenty-five years, I cannot care for him and keep him safe. Through all of our adventures together – scuba diving, backpack travel around Asia, dragging a … Continue reading

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The Week of Darkness

“Mercedes Benz” Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends. Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends, So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz … Continue reading

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Aha Moment

When Mutual of Omaha sent me an email inviting me to participate in their Aha Moment, I knew exactly which moment I wanted to share. But sharing that moment in a thirty-second commercial? Holy smoke, you all know me. I … Continue reading

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Why a Western?

Ridgeline is my fifth published book. None of my previous works are westerns. So then why, at this stage of my career, would I choose to write in a genre that is, according the geniuses in New York, writhing in … Continue reading

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Perspective

Have you ever stood really close to a great work of art?  Your nose practically touches the canvas.  The smell of the pigment makes the little hairs in your nose itch. The click of hard-soled shoes on granite tiles tips … Continue reading

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