A Healing Testament
This is not meant to be a criticism of the religion I was born into, but Catholicism never was “my bag.” My dear, departed grandmother would be crushed to hear that, but even when I was a small child, I remember thinking that “The Church” just didn’t make sense to me.
The Humanity of Non-Humans
A year or so later, I had mastered the art of bottle-feeding animals, when Wiley (what else would one name a Coyote pup?) came into my life. I was working more than full time and feeding him on a two-hour schedule.
A Gift of Purpose
It truly is a gift, you know. These memories, hell at the time I was making them, have changed my life. I cursed my life and wished it different for so long that when wisdom caught up with me, it took my breath away. A memoir based on many of those hellish memories, “Worthy: Drinking [...]
Finding My Voice
My mother once told me that she thought the reason I rarely spoke was that I was so used to being drowned out, growing up as I did in a large, primarily male family, that it was not worth the effort.
