When your mind shatters, you’re no longer in control. Dark thoughts linger and hammer your head, demanding you deserve to be punished. I wanted out of my woeful life, and pills would end my troubles for good. Only, I realized too late that I’d made another terrible decision. Doctors hooked me up,... Learn More

I was reeling from my divorce and dissolved friendships. He was a millionaire with an offer I couldn’t refuse—a spectacular trip to the Caribbean business class. My parents said it was a bad idea. I said: “I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions.” They were right. Before long, the... Learn More

Loneliness messes with your mind and shatters your heart. Enter Fatboy42 with his wit and charm. I was naïve, mistook his flirting for friendship. I’m surprisingly dumb when it comes to men and their intentions. The compliments flowed; my heartfelt revived. I made a regrettable mistake, one that will haunt me forever.... Learn More

God, he was so handsome, kind, and gentle; he took my breath away. Suddenly we were this attractive, educated married couple with successful careers, and two beautiful children. Years passed. His business success grew; his travel became frequent. My career stumbled, and my insecurities ran rampant. Why did he always travel... Learn More

I used to play beachball with Gramps on the beach during the British summers. He was my mentor, the guardian of my values, my emotional rock. He loved me without reservation, which always made me feel like Queen for a Day. I was his little angel and thought I would be forever.... Learn More

Hang on a minute, the idea of the book wasn’t mine. It was my friend Matt’s. We met about 10 years ago at a heart-healthy support group. After everybody spoke, he said, “Why are you here, buddy.” I told him it was none of his business. He kept pulling my chain. Finally,... Learn More

Now that’s a pretty stupid question! I just love spilling hot coffee on me when I pick up the cup. The Parkinson’s experience is like watching myself deteriorate in “living color.” Like all the tests God has given me, I’ve learned to adjust, except for the side effects of the mediation.... Learn More

I never really thought much about the way I communicate verbally until my friend Matt said I spoke in “Arthur-speak." I asked him, “what the hell is Arthur-speak?” He tells me, “it’s a lot and not like a lot of things. It’s a rare form of dignified double talk.”... Learn More

That my father would kick my ass, my gambling addiction would return, and my pet snake would disappear into the woods. I also feared I’d marry an angry, needy woman—which I did. Most of that doesn’t matter much anymore—Dad died young, my money dried up from gambling, and I don’t drive much... Learn More

I’ve been close so many times, I don’t even think about it anymore. When the time comes, the time times. In the meantime, I told God "you created one tough old buzzard, and I’m not going down without a fight". Even though I’ve won more than I’ve lost, my friends think it’s... Learn More