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ANGEL IN THE SKY – PART 3

“Gone for years and I still cry – don’t you know, my love just didn’t die.”
So many of my songs are inspired by the child I had that never had a chance to grow up. Continue reading

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SET YOU FREE – PART 2

I had no idea when I wrote the lyrics, “I long for you to hold me” – it wasn’t just about my dad. There was a lot more to it . . . Continue reading

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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 4

I’ve struggled with pain in my life before, and holding onto hope of healing has kept me going. Continue reading

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MY JOURNEY IN SIGHT – PART 7

My serum drops arrived on a Monday morning. My son banged on my door to announce, “Mom, there’s a big package at the door for you!” Only a week before, I had driven for two hours to a distant facility to have 21 vials of blood drawn that would be used to make these revolutionary eye drops. Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 4

My day was busy and filled with art, writing and music. Life was wonderful and at the end of the day I had an appointment at the recording studio where I planned to record a story for my audio book.   … Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 3

I have written a new introduction for my book, which I am sharing with this story. Although I will occasionally write updates regarding my parents’ condition, my focus now is to complete my book with it’s accompanying music. I know that will keep me very busy, but I love what I am doing! Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 2

when you died my tears filled an ocean. I was violently submerged – gasping, barely able to stand the shock; swirling in a raging current, a current of time. I was gasping, paralyzed, and choking, wanting to drown, but unable to sink. The current dragged me along –
it seemed endless . . .
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