Life
I remember a comment my mother made about the difficulties of growing older: “Wait till your friends start dying.” At the time, she was about the age I am now, and while I knew what it was like to have both of my husbands die, her words stopped me in my tracks because losing my
When we experience difficult times in our lives, it’s gratifying to know something about our adversity goes on to help
The other day, a dear friend—we’ve known one another since we were fifteen—and I had lunch together. She’s the one
All of us have been touched by cancer in some way, and if we haven’t, we, or someone we know
Now I know why my author friend, Laura Munson, goes to a spa for a few days after one of
MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival was launched into the world less than two weeks ago, and the response has
Since I don’t know how many of you who read my blog live in the greater San Antonio or Dallas/Ft.
I know this isn’t my usual Saturday blog, but if I don’t get something out to you today, I may
Who would have guessed promoting a book involves doing audio and/or video podcasts in cities half a world away from yours?
The publishing date for my book, MAYA BLUE A Memoir of Survival is May 20th, a month away. I never dreamed there
Recently, I was in California for six days—four if you don’t count travel days, which were an adventure unto themselves.
When my friend, Tina, returned from Hong Kong, she brought me a gold drawstring bag and a tin full of
An advance review of my book, Maya Blue A Memoir of Survival, said my life and death survival instincts are
Can you believe it’s March already? Last week I thought the planets had fallen out of alignment, and now I’m
I’m beginning to think I missed something big on the news. Something catastrophic in nature—like perhaps the planets have fallen
Sometime yesterday, Dayle Haddon, age 76, supermodel, actress and advocate for the global education of girls, died due to suspected
This year, December 25th marks the date Christmas is celebrated and the day Hanukkah begins. It weighs heavy on my
When Christmas rolls around, I can’t help but think of my late husband, James, and the night he died on
Last week, the husband of one of my girlfriends died unexpectedly. I’ve been widowed twice, and I know from experience