I was born and raised in Rhode Island. I am the middle child of three. When I was seven, my father was shot and killed. As an adult looking back, I couldn’t handle its emotional impact. It introduced me to an overwhelming pain that subconsciously shaped my life.
There was no one there to help me understand my emotions, but you’d better believe the pain was real. So what did I do?I wanted to save the world from pain, so I placed myself in harm’s way. Perhaps that’s why I love capes—Lady Super Pain here to save your day. It all came to a screeching halt after I nearly died twice trying to rescue a pack of ingrates that I now thank. I saw clearer than clear that I AM NOT THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB.
My life’s lessons are my strengths, but looking back I wondered: Who? What? When? Where? How? and Why?
Through writing, I heal. Post-traumatic trauma must be embraced, and then, and, only then, will you be able to move from Victim street to a Victorious place. Let’s talk about being a victim. There is no shame in being a victim. We are all victims at one time or another.
Would you rather be a predator? I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired of abuse that I moved from Victim Street to Victorious Place, and I pray that part of my life is dead. I think people make changes when things not only hurt, but hurt enough. I feel I’ve done enough time. Really! We’ve got to know when we’re in the red zone–harm’s way, folks. I face many challenges everyday, but I jumped anyway to save my life.
I survived. I stand. I stand with insight and pride. I am so thankful that my life’s hardships awakened me, and that’s what I call epiphanies.
Some folks would like to know my educational background. I have a little schooling–but what is better than life experiences? After all, there is always some one better, prettier, and smarter, but, of course, writers write.
I review books for the Sacramento and San Francisco Book Review. I love dogs, especially Poodles. Plants are awesome too, and I absolutely love Volkswagen Beetles. If you want to know more, I invite you to read my writings.
Don’t you want to experience positive, life-changing epiphanies that will help you? Don’t get it twisted. Other people will learn too–especially when you move.
Writing to heal is real—from me to you!
Thank you very much.
Sit Down. Dreamers Only. This One Is For You And For Me
I have always been a dreamer. When times got rough, my dreams kept me alive, and, therefore, I survive.
And then one day, I recognized I lost sight of my dreams. I had no fire inside. So I asked a significant, “Do you feel special? Do you have dreams?”
“No,” answered a significant insignificant. I then realized what happened to my dreams. You had better believe I found my dreams. I am a writer, and everything I write are my dreams. I create my imagination. Welcome to my world.
DON’T LET ANYONE STEAL YOUR DREAMS. SIT DOWN AND DREAM WITH ME.