I have put up a respectable battle most of my adult life against depression, always thinking that if I could just get past it, I could begin to live again. Now I wonder if it was all bad.
These are my memories of Granite Mountain hospital, owned and operated by Samuel Presley Junkin, my grandfather.
This is a short hub about the healing power of nature and I've used it as a forum to show off some truly beautiful birds and sunsets.
This is the story of Artie. He made my childhood special and helped me understand the wonders of nature -- and life.
This is the story of two people I had never met before and have never seen since their appearances in my life. They were both in need in different ways. I have tried many times to figure out exactly what my interaction...
These are my thoughts on becoming 67. Maybe they will save someone all the time I spent finally realizing what matters in life.
I have written a 12-step programs for depression. These are the things that helped me get well and enjoy life again. They are not easy steps to take, but the rewards are amazing.
This is the story of Frankie, the third man I was assigned to during my volunteer work with people with AIDS during the late 1980s. Frankie was what I would call a beautiul man, with coal black hair and dark brown eyes...
Somewhere deep in my subconscious, there is a memory of my mother telling me about a church of sorts that she attended. Some thought it was a cult. She said her parents called it a secret society. It was in the 1920s...
My father-in-law was a repository of wisdom, gained through years of experience and discernment. One of his firm convictions was that there are two products that will cure anything.
Ritche was the second man I was assigned to during the time I worked as a volunteer providing support to people with AIDS. Blaine, the first man I worked with was a gentle soul and had made peace with the world and...
My husband began hunting at the deer camp in Strong, Arkansas when he was 8 or 9 years old and still hunts there for at least a month every fall. We make periodic trips to the camp, riding our four-wheelers, fishing,...
This article is based on a dream I had about a gathering of spiritual leaders at Stonehenge. In the dream, I was a magician of sorts, who helped organize the gathering. It is about a grand experiment, although we...
This is the story of a pretty much mundane trip to Arkansas that turned into quite an adventure. For one day, I was a hero (not a heroine; the word doesn't resonate) in at least my own eyes and those of one other...
Our trip along the Maine Coast was full of adventures, the most spectacular being the waves Hurricane Bob brought to pound the rocks along the coast and pull the natives perched on them out into the water, breaking...
Throughout my life, I've received signs from someone or something, a watching presence that is somehow aware of what happens with me and when I need help. Some will say they are mere conincidences. I chose to continue...
From the time I was a small child, I experienced bouts of depression, or "the plague," as I always thought of it. When I was a child, those dark days were worse than any boogey-man.
While at our camp one winter three years ago, my husband and I had what I consider a divine visitor. The event helped me make decisions that I needed to make and couldn't up until that point. A squirrel, you say? ...
Discovery depositions may be intimidating if you don't know what to expect. This article contains suggestions about how to proceed in a depo after having been sworn and realizing that it is a non-threatening atmosphere...
Feral cats make wonderful outdoor pets. This is the story of Frankie, who's lived in my backyard for many years. She has an irritable disposition and still spits at the ones who feed her, but we love our wild girl who...