Monthly Archives: March 2013

My Mamaw, my mother’s mother, taught me how to keep a journal My parents left me tools as gifts. When my Mother faced life’s pains, she worked it out by talking and crying if necessary. I found people I could process with. I conversed with friends and family and in support groups sponsored by HospiceContinueContinue reading “5 Tools to Heal from Gunshot Wounds — What Tools Did I Use?”

“Mother and Daddy” December 3, l975 changed my life forever. As a 27 year old I went home Thanksgiving to visit my parents and brothers in Blacksburg, Virginia. While there two crazied predators broke into our family home and shot my parents and me. Lying on the floor I heard one intruder say, “This is worseContinueContinue reading “What Happened …”