BODY MIND AND SPIRIT. What could they possibly have in common with domestic violence?   It seems that most victims of domestic violence fail to take into consideration the damage it does to the body mind and spirit. It’s pretty obvious when bruises, broken teeth or bones appear the body has taken a blow. But what30

Here I go again, finding my emotional wellbeing taxed. Another Mother’s Day is upon us. I am a mother, and I had a mother. Rather prolific, huh? But, that’s past tense. I had a mother. She passed away three days after Mother’s Day in 1999. Life has just not been the same since then. I would think the only thing more30

This has been a couple of weeks of major disappointments and lessons learned. I have a whole new appreciation for “self care” now, having been given an excellent opportunity to personally choose it or not. An emergency admission to the critical care unit to rule out heart attack or stroke was not the greatest way30

In a little more than a month I will turn 59 years of age. Actually, captured inside this 58-year-old body is a very young lively girl and I’m determined to let her out more often! There’s a lot to reflect upon, draw on and learn from. Getting old is not always pretty, and it definitely is not for sissies, but considering the alternative, I think it’s a pretty good option.

In honor of all those taken by heart disease, including my Mama, both grandfathers and our dear Debbie, I would like to share an excerpt from my book, wherein I recount that eventful day…
Again I found myself thinking if I had come close to dying, it really was no big deal. They asked if I had a preference of music while they did the procedure. I had already been given my pre-op cocktail intravenously, and without hesitation shouted in my infamous southern drawl, “Crank up some Skynyrd!”

On Thursday I was informed she went in for “a simple procedure,” merely a heart catheterization. She coded. It took 40 minutes to revive her. She was placed on life support. She was barely 50 years old.

I’m sure we can even think of some of our own most embarrassing moments… you know, the ones you don’t want to recall, like the time I was walking to the front of the church right after a visit to the restroom, only to have my sister-in-law waddling and grabbing me from behind me in an effort to pull my skirt out of my pantyhose, where it was neatly jammed inside my panties!