Tag Archives: healing

A Teen Version of Ripple

In the next week or so, I will be publishing a teen version of Ripple. Here’s the Forward that explains why . . . Dear reader: This book is a condensed, abridged and quite frankly, a cleaned up version of Ripple, A Tale of Hope and Redemption. For weeks after I released Ripple, I felt a tinge of sadness and regret because my own daughter could not read it. “Mom,” she would urge, her blue-gray eyes only partially-hidden behind her girlish, red [...]

It’s Okay to Be Like Everyone Else: A Five-Miler

I’m in a crowded room and my family’s there, waiting, and I’m holding my breath.  I see my brother. He’ carrying this biological terror inside him, this virus that he’s going to unleash on the world, so I take a deep breath and slip out the back door.  I end up in a bathroom, and there’s no toilet paper on any of the dispensers, so I dig under the sink and grab a handful of rolls, which I’m handing to [...]

A Real-Life Banned Author: Stephanie Saye

Stephanie Saye is one of my friends. She’s also the author of Little 15, which tells the story of a high school girl who has an affair with her basketball coach. Little 15 raises a number of provocative issues, like: whose fault is it anyway? What sort of moral culpability, if any, does the teenager bear? What kind of girl gets involved with a married man? What kind of married man violates all moral and legal precepts by sleeping with [...]

When Healing Makes Us More than the Sum of our Broken Parts

I glance at my ankle and rub my fingers over the protruding bones.  Two cuts divide the front of my lower tibia from the crowded bone depot where the ligaments and the tendons wrap and curl from the lower tibia to the 26 bones that make up my right foot.  Last Thursday a closet door tipped over and slammed into my ankle.  The swelling from the collision of wood and foot has gone down and the bruising has changed from [...]

The Little Prince and why my Scars Matter

I’m a mom. Do you see the picture of me smiling, dark-blond hair blowing in the wind? That is I. My son snapped that picture of me at Virginia Beach last summer. I guess I am normal, but if not normal, I’m not so strange either. We all bear our own markings or scars, like zebras who all appear the same but different too. Perhaps our scars make us special, not so much from the shape they take when the [...]