There aren’t many young American girls who reached puberty in the 1980’s that can’t say a John Cougar-Mellancamp song didn’t affect them in some way.
I was eight years old when my mother became mentally ill.
When I saw the word "Miracle" I thought, I need this word, due to events in my life at the moment, I needed to reflect on the miracle that came to me in 2003 Sumatra Indonesia.
THUD. My head sounded hollow and empty as he smashed it into the car window.
In 2001 I created The Vanilla.COMpany, a web-based, socially- conscious business located at www.vanilla.com, My dream was to make a difference for tropical farmers – the majority of whom are
I will survive I will be healthy and whole I am love I am infinite wisdom.
I learned long ago prayer overcomes distance.
When I was little, I imagined a miracle to be a grand, magical, majestic and out of this world phenomenon. Truth be told, I still (secretly) believe that.
Almost three years ago—my world flipped. It flipped over a miracle. The miracle resided in the duality that exists between the heart and the mind.
It doesn’t come to mind, not anymore, unless I think of it purposely. Once those memories come though, it's like striking a match. It starts with a spark, strong and intense.