Hope Digs Deeper
Change is not easy, and the transitions of life require us to change along with them.
Change is not easy, and the transitions of life require us to change along with them.
When our children are little, we keep a journal of their cute sayings, their trials with language and their funny mistakes. We laugh and share these moments with grandparents and any friends who will listen. When our parents become children because of plaque-laden Alzheimer’s, we still laugh at their funny stories. These moments aren’t as …
What is it with us writers? We have such a hard time admitting to our vocation, our “calling” to write. Several of my coaching clients struggle with this topic – and truthfully, sometimes, so do I. We are challenged to call ourselves writers because we haven’t won the Pulitzer or landed our books on the …
Last weekend, I cleaned out a file cabinet that contained almost 40 years of articles and story files. These were the manuscripts I sent to magazines, some that aren’t even in business anymore. As I sorted through the files, I tossed old drafts and reams of research that is no longer current or credible. I …
Someone recently asked me, “Why write about Alzheimer’s? Isn’t that depressing? What caused you to choose that kind of story?” With the second novel in the Life of Cove Creek, “Intermission for Reverend G” soon to be released, I wanted to answer those questions. Five million Americans live within the shadows of Alzheimer’s Disease. And …
A few weeks ago, I finished the first draft of my memoir. While I know I will add more pages – when the future unfolds itself – I feel a sense of accomplishment. I wrote it because I wanted to leave some type of legacy for my beloved son. I wanted him to know about …
This happens every time I do a speaking event. Someone in the audience either reaches for a tissue or wipes their tears away. Sometimes, from the people in the front rows, I see tears puddle in their eyes. Maybe it’s because my topic is usually centered around my mother’s Alzheimer’s or my father’s dementia. Maybe …