How many miles does it take to walk off a broken heart?

A chance meeting that made me rethink loneliness I met a man with a broken heart in the park today. I did not intend to meet the 73-year old. He was just walking my direction as I was walking in his. Sometimes when I don't feel like talking, I just give a fake smile and…

Putting up a tree alone can be an emotional experience

 It was not fun going to pick out a Christmas tree alone. The experience brought back memories of when I was a little girl, and picking out a tree was the highlight of my holiday. My parents would pack me and my four siblings into an old blue van. We’d pick up our parish priest…

Chapter 5 – Don’t waste time on boys

“Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold. Faith alone defends. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.”  - Helen Keller Boys are a waste…

Chapter 4 – Friendship knows no color

There were no black people in the town I grew up in. It wasn't until I went to Lorain Catholic High School my freshman year that I started making friends with people who were a different color than me. My first black friend was Dionne Gorham. We just clicked. It didn't matter that she was…

Chapter 3 – Your cool circle of friends will help you get through school

Making friends at St. Mary's Elementary School was easy. It just came natural to me. I think it helped that I was always a part of the "in" crowd. The "in" crowd in my class throughout my six years at St. Mary's consisted of five people - my best friend Sharon Miller, Tracy Dawson, Rob…

Chapter 2 – Childhood memories sustain you for a lifetime

There were three bedrooms in our home on Sassafras Drive. My parents were in one room, my brother had his own and the rest of us girls were in one room with double bunk beds. I didn't think twice about sharing a room with my three sisters. It was so fun. At the time, I…

Chapter I – Why I wrote a book for my nieces

Growing up as the oldest of five was a big responsibility for me. I can't count how many times my parents told me, "be a good example for your siblings." Over and over, I would want to do something bad, but then I would remember in my head what about Amy, Tony, Kelly and Mary? …

Battling the starkness of Lent is a challenge

Lent has got to be one of the most depressing times of the year. Everything is stark. The altar at the Catholic church I attend – Saint Paschal Baylon – is stripped. The large foliage behind the priest’s chair is gone. Instead, it’s off to one side of the church which seems to send the…