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There is an article online about a man getting enraged when he discovered a 78 year old beggar driving away in a new car after accepting his donations. He was angry his hard earned money benefited someone driving a nicer car than he could afford. He complained he could have used that money to put gasoline in his own car to get him to work. (Like he had to walk to work because he gave away his gas money). It’s easy to understand his frustration. We all work hard for our money. No one wants to see someone else spending their hard earned money on something they could never afford to purchase for themselves. No one wants to give anything to someone that doesn’t really need it. On the other hand, panhandling is hard work. Those poor people suffer 100 plus degrees standing outside in the heat all summer. They endure long, cold, wet winters collecting only a few dollars an hour. They swallow their pride and sell their dignity for unreliable income. They are dependent upon the ki

Write More, Blog More

In January I promised to Write More, Blog More. As you can see I’ve failed to fulfill that commitment.                        However I have been busy writing, traveling, appearing at conventions, and getting back into the work of living. There is an all absorbing darkness in grief that hides the light of the life left behind. The path toward the light, like a drowning victim’s struggle toward the surface, is fraught with fear and pain. Fortunately the chances of survival are greater. My first glimpses of light peeked over the horizon the last week of March with ten, almost always, sunny days in Daytona Beach.   I didn’t have as much time on the sand by the sea as I wanted. I love the ocean so much that I ventured to the beach during a thunderstorm severe enough beach patrol turned visitors away. I even managed to squeeze in a trip to NAS A .   B ack in Oklahoma I devoted April to polishing entries for the OWFI Conference ,  in Oklahoma City, the

Back from the black

For those who didn't even notice I was gone, I'm back. My husband was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lung Cancer last February and passed away four months later June 21, 2013. I soldiered on the first few months fulfilling speaking engagements and attending conferences and conventions that were already on my schedule before crashing into the black oblivion of widowhood. The last few months I've wallowed in my grief. My mourning period is not yet over  but at least I've finally reached the point where I have accepted that it isn't necessary for me to roll over and die just because he did. Believe me the thought did cross my mind. I'm still bitter and have abandonment issues. When I realized I hadn't written anything or updated my own website or the Norman Galaxy website in over six months I also realized it is time to start breathing again. Yes, there is life after death. Life goes on for those our loved ones leave behind. So I'm crawling out from under