This book has been out in print all summer now. Fifty copies have been sold to the public and the hospital has found a fund to purchase one hundred copies. I am on a bit of a roller coaster of happiness, loss and success. Read the rest of this entry
Reading books has been a hobby of mine for most of my life. I’ve read a lot of self-help books especially. This may give you a hint of why I wanted to write my own book.
It all started back in 1999. I was hanging out with people who were interacting in spiritual ways where they were giving messages back and forth from a greater source of love and light. I was glad that they were kind messages and some of them were very insightful. Read the rest of this entry
Whether you have a mental illness or not, it boosts the immune system to hear nice things and to participate in small acts of kindness. These activities can make a day brighter, can help your self esteem and finally can bring out more positive energy. Kindness helps you to look on the bright side! Read the rest of this entry
My mom and I decided to go to a wedding, visit my sister and then visit a friend. I was geared up for the holiday and excited to be going with my mom who I had been on holidays with before. We are good travelling buddies. Read the rest of this entry
You know it. I’m sure you do. You are just about to introduce yourself to someone and you think, I’m not good enough. You become aware of something in your past that was hurtful and embarrassing and somehow that makes you less valuable. At the current time you are unable to start a friendship with this new interesting person that could bring much happiness into your life. You remembered a flaw in the midst of your perfection.
To write a poem that helps people think through an issues is rewarding and motivating. To write a poem that helps people sense a touch of Heaven is also nice. To write poems that inspire others to write poems, now that is the first place ribbon. Read the rest of this entry
To have a label that drags you down is annoying. One label that I have had given to me is schizophrenia. It is hard enough to show you are worth something in this world, but to do so with a demeaning label like this is extra hard. When I cover it up or refer to it as the ‘s’ word or talk about my imagination or about the angels that talk then I hope you have some acceptance to this description of the condition.
We were up there, back stage, waiting for our turn to perform, repeating lines, mouthing words, going over and over our monolouges. Nervous anticipation wasn’t all that was in the air but a kind of magic that only comes on that final night when the audience is full and is with us as we presented our stories. Read the rest of this entry