Breath of heaven – Awake!

Note: This is the fifth installment in the Breath of Heaven series. If you're new here, Welcome! If you'd like to start with the first installment please click here. “We need to sleep in a real bed,” Travis exclaims. I wrestle with the decision to leave Greg’s side. “No one is dying tonight, Mom,” Evanne... Continue Reading →

Breath of Heaven – the Turn

This is the third installment of this series. If you're new here find the first installments here: Breath of Heaven and here: Breath of Heaven - Then. Thank you for your patience as I work through this story. Please share with others. The blue-black sky holds my broken heart in its grip.  I glance up... Continue Reading →

Breath of Heaven – Then

This is the second installment in the story of Greg's cardiac arrest. Thank you for your patience as I struggle to work through the events. It's harrowing and cathartic both. If you haven't read the first installment you can click here. Sometimes the things you think'll never happen - happen just like that.The Impossible, Miller... Continue Reading →

A blink

Our eyes meet as the paramedics jog the gurney away from me down the dreadfully long hall hurrying toward the waiting ambulance. I attempt a reassuring aspect but fail miserably. His color changes from pasty white to gray in an instant. He struggles to breathe. I hold my breath. I swallow a sob as I... Continue Reading →

Butterscotch Demon

  Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me. "Never eat these unless you ask first," Mom warned. Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name.My friend, Jan and I played with our dolls, our moms chatted. Taking a water break, I spotted the butterscotch in a dish on the table. My... Continue Reading →

I'm very excited to announce I was a prize winner for a local writing competition The Phidian Art Club of Dixon, Illinois Literary Competition. A very special friend encouraged me to submit a story - I hesitated but decided to give it a shot. I was very excited and humbled to place in my first... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Dancing

“Any concerns?” I hear unease in Dr. Marc’s voice.

Sitting in Walgreen’s parking lot I stare through the rain-smeared windshield, evening traffic rambles by.

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