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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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PAINFUL WORDS

I performed “Misunderstood” last night at Kulak’s Woodshed. This was my first performance in seven months. I hadn’t felt like being in front of an audience due to my eye problems. But I did it! Continue reading

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HANG ON – PART 2

Of all my songs, this would have to be my favorite and most inspiring. Continue reading

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WHEN FALL WOULD COME, FOR YEARS I WAS NUMB

I decided that even though on the surface I appeared peaceful, I was also quite numb. Despite the fogginess of vision that I found discouraging, there was no end to beauty and inspiration in my life. Performing required a great deal of courage for me. It was time to see if I could take off the mask . . . Continue reading

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I’M READY – PART 2

When I started my blog, I had no idea where my journey would lead. But there was a moment when everything changed. It began with new song lyrics. My song “The Unknown” was so painful for me that I became physically ill. How was it possible that a song could actually change the direction of my life?
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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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MY STORY

I am sharing my story because I want to inspire other people to know happiness is truly possible, despite grief and challenges in life. I realize that I was blessed with the wonderful outlets of writing, art, and music. My wish is that every human can find something in their life that brings them joy! Continue reading

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PERFORMING IN MY LIFE

I have now performed in two venues. Both were “open mic” format, meaning I had the opportunity to get up and play one song. Before I performed at Kulak’s Woodshed in North Hollywood, I wished I owned a glamorous outfit for my performance. However, once I was at Kulak’s it looked like it wasn’t important. I could easily fit in if I did any one of these things: Performed barefoot. Grew my hair three more feet, at the very least. Brought a dog along. Continue reading

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