My One Extraordinary Life

After being diagnosed with a potentially fatal disease I began journaling. It became a healing process. In between relapses I began writing stories of my youth and continued to what could now be called the last third of my life. Reflections of happy days spent with my grandparents, helping to care for my younger siblings, to my escape from a controlling mother. I began to realize how the conditions and environment they were living under created the turmoil and circumstances of those years. I continued to write my life through marriage, foster children, exchange students, several businesses and countless friends. The entire process made me realized what an extraordinary life I’d lived so far. How much better can it get? I can hardly wait.