I have been through a lot of medical trauma. I was diagnosed with breast cancer .

From every ending comes a new beginning.

In truth, I don't want to be there. I don't want to see the light go out of my brother's eyes.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

What really grabs me is when a reader writes to express her personal story and how a book helped her situation, or her acceptance of a situation she can't change. I read some sad cases in my snail and electronic mail. I respond to all I can, affirming that they are the true heroes of life because they are fighting through adversity and surviving.

I wanted to write about the third world and had the opportunity to go live in the trenches, so to speak.

People can't help the way they look, just the way they act.