Photo Credit: Artbyrandy at Morguefile The guilt gnawed at him, but he wasn't eager to visit her grave. He'd tried explaining to his children that he needed to pretend that she was still there and that he was still trying her patience. But his kids told him that he had to face the pain, and... Continue Reading →
Surviving the Worst Pain Ever
I was heading into the airport, on my way to Montreal, Canada to give a presentation. In my excitement, I nearly forgot to wave goodbye to my youngest child, Malcolm. He was the only one of my five children who came from my body. I had suffered three miscarriages before I was able to carry... Continue Reading →