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  • Wait, Where Am I?

    We’ve all done it, driven down a familiar road at night and not known for a few seconds where we are. Or maybe the opposite has happened to you. Walking into a dark room confused and then someone turns on the light and it all looks so different. In Finding Home, Tyler returns to his…

  • Family Love

    Book Launch in 4 days! Today’s post about “Finding Home”: Yesterday I connected the January 9th launch day with my mother’s birthday. Today I’m going in a different direction. Moms are moms, and nothing will change that unique role in our lives regardless of how well equipped or how loving or capable they carry out…

  • Spanning the Gap

    Yes, this is another post about Finding Home! Why? Because I’m hoping curiosity and over-saturation will prompt a few of you to look for the book on January 9th. That happens to be my mother’s birthday. She passed away last year. Anyone who has lost a parent knows that there is a gap in their…

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    Beyond the Dream

    One day closer to the launch of “Finding Home- Tyler’s Story”. This is not earth-shattering news. Not even for me! But it is a baby step to a destination I’ve been heading towards since this blog started. I think sometimes we keep dreams in a suspended state because in the mind, a dream is pure…

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    Diving into Self-Publishing: My Journey with ‘Finding Home’

    Yes, folks, I’m taking the plunge into self-publishing. I feel like I’m about to dive into shark infested waters only to find out that I’ve dropped a fresh, raw steak into the pool. I have no grandiose illusions that all will be well, or that I won’t find a hideous mistake on the first page…

  • ‘Could Have’ Never Existed

    ‘What could have been’, never existed. Though regret bats her eyes at you, Don’t follow the gauntlet of fiction she lays down. The path is not a cement, yellow brick road, That has crumbled on a poorly laid bed of circumstance and ignorance. It is the paver you set your foot on next as the…

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