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When is the same not the same?

This morning I woke up sad.  It wasn’t a weeping type of sad, rather a lost kind of sad.  I deviated from my normal routine and sat on the bed in front of my husband’s urn and spoke to him.  546 more words

Cancer

The Highs, The Lows, The Gifts!!

I didn’t get too far into readings yesterday before my entire solar plexus became tied up in knots and my plummeting emotional field shut off the bright light of you.   1,744 more words

The Shift

It's Four Months Now

Today marks four months since my husband, Kevin, died. As I write this post, it’s eight o’clock in the evening. By this time four months ago the doctor had already pronounced Kevin’s death, she’d done check in on me, my children, and my sister-in-law and she’d provided us with instructions about the next phase of activity. 373 more words

Cancer

Overlapping Timelines – An Interview with Lauren Dane

I’m a huge fan of author Lauren Dane’s books. She creates characters that are strong, but flawed and she never shies away from a challenge. In her latest series for Harlequin, Dane writes about the Hurley brothers, members of the super successful alt rock band Sweet Hollow Ranch. 1,024 more words

Writer's Toolbox

Book Review - Back to You

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Book Description

What won’t he do for a second chance?

Former model Kelly Hurley has finally put the ashes of the past behind her. 482 more words

Romance Novel

To Be Broken

I love rocks….well, not just any rocks.  I love pretty rocks.  I don’t care much what it is as long as it’s pretty.  When I was little, my dad would take my sisters and me into the desert  for “vacations” which usually consisted of finding a quiet, shaded spot off the beaten path, having a picnic, and taking a bit of a walk.   209 more words

Spiritual Growth

Broken open

Last night I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Letting my thoughts come and go, just wandering around inside my head. My eyes swam with not looking at anything other than the white paint, noting that we still need to touch up round the light; oh, and we missed that bit on the coving too. 497 more words

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