You Can’t Make This St*ry Up!
NEW BOOK AVAILABLE JANUARY, 21, 2022! This project is the brainchild of our Book Coach, Amanda Johnson, and took two years of intense work to…
Tag: Worthy!
MATTERS OF FACT!
Love, as a necessary construct is missing. When I observe society and consider our present state of affairs I find that many of our social…
How To Know IF You’re Seeing Things Correctly!
I’m a mixed breed! Accepting that is as pure as it gets for me. Giving up trying to be a thoroughbred, of any kind, has…
How To Determine The Questions To Ask!
It was a friendly environment and the speaker seemed warm enough. I was about to ask my question when… what if it’s a stupid question?…
What You Can Do Without A Father!
The gash on my innards was remarkable! It affected everything about me. My lack of understanding led me to misdiagnose who I really am. Every…
Is Your Flight Overbooked?
LIFE FLIGHT According to the Air Traffic Controllers Association, 87,000 flights crisscross the United States, every day. With a population of over 300 million people…
Defining Moments!
The exercise was clear enough; list seven defining moments in your life. What wasn’t so clear were the actual seven moments that defined me. Having…
Got Time For A Heart Attack?
OK! I took time out to have a heart attack. Don’t cry. On second thought, go ahead and cry. They tell me there’s no visible…
The Mission of Transformation!?
The seven truths that lead me to a life I don’t want to leave. It took over fifty years to live it out and two…
I had to unravel a serious emotional, mental, and religious knot. My dad abandoned me and I had three stepfathers by the time I was nine. I was raised in an ultra conservative religion and yet conformity didn't set me free.
I searched and searched, good places and bad, but the pain never stopped until, that one moment in time when everything changed. I'm fortunate. I can pinpoint the time, place, and circumstances that marked my transformation. It was only the beginning but I would never be the same. 
I didn't know what being wanted felt like. I had no sense of worthiness. Any uniqueness existed in my eternal defect. Things don't last. I didn't know where I belonged. With no clarity, and the absence of my identity I roamed into hyper-masculinity and developed approval addiction.
When my grandson dropped out of heaven I became a man!
Read the whole real life story, with the ugly left in, and hope for us all!