Author Blog Posts

If you know me (or have found me through this blog), you know I one hundred percent believe in an afterlife and messages from spirit. But this story is a little bit out there, even for me. When it happened, I didn't tell anyone. Not my husband Derek. Not my therapist. I only told my notebook...until now.

Therapists and hairstylists serve a similar purpose. At least, that seems to be the case for me. I hadn't visited my therapist in five years. Then my dad died. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. And there I was, back on the couch. My therapist encouraged me to journal my feelings. "You're a writer," she said. "You should write. It may help you process all of this." Sounds like good advice. Trouble was, I couldn't even begin to imagine dragging pen across paper when most days I struggled