WE WANT MORE THAN NORMAL, DON’T WE?
It started with a runny nose. Allergies? Within twenty-four hours I was glued to my bed with a centrifugal force. Aches, chills, and fever paralyzed me. I started coughing .
It started with a runny nose. Allergies? Within twenty-four hours I was glued to my bed with a centrifugal force. Aches, chills, and fever paralyzed me. I started coughing .
Three weeks ago my friend, Nick Richtsmeier and I began The Convos – a conversation on Facebook (about the worst place to have a conversation) based on our belief that
If you missed CONVO #1 on SAVING CONVERSATION, you can listen by copying this link and clicking: https://1drv.ms/u/s!Asfc_1Nx41LwgYdffizom47EM7fPHQ or go to www.facebook.com/sharonhersh. Yes, I introduced myself as an almost 60 year-old
“I . . um . . . I’m pretty sure . . . that I will never be loved.” Kyle told me those words about nine years ago when he began
I really don’t know why I like the commercial of Lady Gaga singing, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” with Tony Bennett in Barnes & Noble, but I do. I
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t have time to go. But I remembered what it was like to be confined, unable to even get your own Chapstick. (And
Alone. Several weeks ago the History Channel began to chronicle the fascinating and sometimes bone-chilling stories of, “Ten men who enter the Vancouver Island wilderness carrying only what they