"Mom, I'm not as smart as I used to be." I will never forget my youngest daughter's statement after her first day back to school following brain surgery. After many personal trials that had initially delayed graduation, she was supposed to graduate the year before, in Spring 2014. Then, just prior to the [...]
My name is Stryder. Over 3 years ago some very loving folks rescued me from my old life and brought me to live with my beloved human. Annie is a writer and even though she walks on 2 legs and I walk on four, we have a lot in common. I asked [...]
Graphophobia is the fear of writing. I suffered from graphophobia; I worked hard to overcome my own fear of writing. Because of this I am able to understand how this fear works and effectively help others. Hearing me talk about this may surprise you. I am an author, a seasoned writing teacher and a [...]
To My Friends: Well, I did it! Yep, my new book is now available on Amazon. The Voice of Real: Stories of Who I Was Created to Be And I thought you might enjoy the “back story”… A dear friend recently asked me, Annie, if you felt totally accepted, what would you share?” I [...]
Reflection is a power pathway to insight. The Sink is a multi-media piece I created years ago; it describes a dream I had that basically changed my life. It challenged me to allow that which was within me to come forth...
We all have them...old lies that keep us captive. These untrue beliefs can be something that we were told, years ago, and believed them at the time. Perhaps it was something said by a teacher, a parent or a dear friend. We accepted them as truth and we tiptoed around in life to make [...]
I was looking at burned toast when the fire alarm began shrieking. I opened the front door to let some air in, then I saw it. I gasped. On the fire alarm was the most incredible rainbow. May I back up the bus for a moment here? This morning I finally got up at 4:15. [...]
Dear Ones, After a time of silence and grief I am once again finding my words. I have not written on this blog for awhile, instead I have had my hands in clay. I continue to choose to hold fast to the truth that Viktor Frankl taught me, decades ago: we may not be [...]
