This story comes from my real life, told exactly as I lived it.
My experiences, emotions, and language may not reflect everyone’s comfort level, and that’s alright — we all walk different roads.
I share these moments because they shaped …
Category: Tell Your Story
The Day I Heard THE Words
There is no way to prepare for the moment you hear the words you have breast cancer.
Life keeps spinning around you — lawns are mowed, groceries are bought, people rush through checkout lines — but suddenly your world slams …
Training for the Impossible
Training for the Impossible
I don’t like sweating, but suddenly I was committed to training and walking 60 miles in the heat and humidity of Tampa, Florida.
I joined a team. Luckily, I lived near a walking trail, so three …
I Wrote This Book for Survivors Who Still Run
A year ago, I sat across from my therapist, who ended every session with the same question:
“Are you ready to write your book yet?”
I carried that question out the door every time, because I was stuck. I had …
Running Shoes: Moving Forward, One Step at a Time
Running Shoes: Moving Forward, One Step at a Time
Life rarely hands us smooth sidewalks. More often, it throws cracked pavement, loose gravel, and potholes in our path. It’s easy to think we need perfect conditions before we can start …
THERE IS A PAIN PEOPLE DON’T TALK ABOUT
There’s a pain people don’t talk about.
The pain that doesn’t leave bruises on the skin but carves itself into the heart.
I thought the worst was over the day I ran,when I finally escaped the life that could have …
WHEN IT IS TIME TO CHANGE THE SONG
WHEN IT IS TIME TO CHANGE THE SONG
There comes a time when you realize the music has stopped playing. The dance floor is empty. And you’re standing there, still holding the same tune long after the crowd has gone …
This Book Cost Me Everything
People see a $12.97 paperback or a free download.
What don’t they see?
What it cost me to write it.
It cost me sleep.
It cost me peace.
It cost me parts of myself I will never get back.…
From my Hands to Yours…to Theirs
There is something sacred about sharing a story that was once too painful to speak out loud.
Writing The Unforgiven Walk Alone was not an act of bravery, at least not at first. It was survival. It was …
You Read A Moment I Lived
It wasn’t fiction. It wasn’t exaggerated.
It was real.
The phone calls.
The breathing.
The threat whispered as if it belonged there.
His name was Donald.
And yes–he meant every word.
But here’s the thing: I survived him.
Not just