Does anybody else out there scream at the top of your lungs inside of your head every single day? Do you scream because you have lost control and you don't know how to change the circumstances that are drowning you? Are you lost and desperate to understand how things have happened in your life and you need to figure out how to continue without just exploding into a full blown cosmic eruption of raw emotions that will ravage your very being from inside to out? This is my life. This is my story. One of my five children is addicted to heroin. The other four are probably completely normal but...

Deep within the woods of Woolitch, Maine a mystery ensues. The local Deputy must investigate reports of cackling, thunderous footsteps chasing young boys through the tall pines that blanket the tiny community. A local and rebellious teenager has suddenly gone missing. And two local bumbling town idiots have discovered a large trunk abandoned along one of the dusty back roads. What has happened to the missing young girl? What is in the large trunk that Frank and Bobby have claimed? And what is lurking within the Woolitch Woods and haunts the small town?

The second book in a series, closely follows Thirty Days in the Life of a Suicidal Mother. One mother's journey continues as she struggles to find the way to balance the needs of her family of seven with the constant demands of a job that requires her more than full-time attention. She remains haunted by her oldest daughter's addiction to heroin and cannot find a way to overcome the constant pain and sorrow that she feels. Daily circumstances elevate her fear and she spins and cries for help. How can she begin to move forward when she finds herself frozen from the horror of what already...

My child is a heroin addict. She is one of five children and she is the only one that has gone down the horrific and dangerous path which she continues to be on. And when she first started using drugs I was oblivious. I had no idea that she was doing what she did until she had become a full blown heroin addict; injecting the drug directly into her veins on a daily basis. Where did everything go wrong? How could I have seen this all happening sooner? What should I have been looking for as a parent? This book is my guide. It's the things I learned along the horrific journey of my daughter's...

What do you mean I have cancer? I suddenly feel like I've slipped into a hidden well, that lurked beneath the tall grass and broken branches as I walked along the edge of that little farmhouse I owned years ago in Canterbury, New Hampshire. The house that we used to live in some twenty years ago and the house that I cried about when we left it and moved back to Maine. There was a well that we found one day as we cleaned the perimeter of woods that fenced the huge back yard. An old hand-dug well that hadn't been used since the property farmed cows, chickens and pigs. And innocently as I...