After returning home after 15 years in Alaska the author found her ex-husband back home very ill with AIDS. The story told is of the author's time spent caring for him after the devastating diagnosis of AIDS. It is told through her journal entries relating his struggle, and how their relationship evolved and seemed cast into something planned ahead of time by a higher power. The personal entries weave dreams, premonitions, prayers, and losses, winding them around their memories to shape their very own world and reason for existence in the pages of this book. It is said to be both moving and hard to lay down.

When God appeared, the original manuscript for this book was jotted down in a black hard cover book with blank journal pages by the author to record the amazing conversion experience. It took a long time and much suffering before fruition of writing the full amazing story could come to pass. The black book traveled with the author everywhere she moved and after coming home from Alaska still stayed in the bottom of a drawer until after her second daughter's death in 2002, when she took it out, and started to write the full story found here. It even took more waiting, then after several stops and starts this, the final rendition, is complete and available for all to read this astounding account of events in her life especially her experience with the Holy One and how her life was changed. The span of time between the initial conversion experience and the writing of this book is brought into the story, but as the author now will say; her entire story is not done yet and conversion continues to unfold before her. Consider how timely it is that the availability of widespread publication is ever so available now to people with a story to tell. And, this is one story that needs to be told now, for these times of doubt, spiritual hunger, and turmoil in the world.

One easy outdoor camping craft awaits you In The Willow Whistle book you will find step by step illustrated instructions, on how to make a willow whistle. For a fun and exciting camping craft to do with your family, you can't beat this one. Hours of fun await you with this book and a common pocket knife. The author herself is still making willow whistles with the neighbor kids and her young relatives. People of all ages can enjoy this even grandpa.

After returning home after 15 years in Alaska the author found her ex-husband back home very ill with AIDS. The story told is of the author's time spent caring for him after the devastating diagnosis of AIDS. It is told through her journal entries relating his struggle, and how their relationship evolved and seemed cast into something planned ahead of time by a higher power. The personal entries weave dreams, premonitions, prayers, and losses, winding them around their memories to shape their very own world and reason for existence in the pages of this book. It is said to be both moving and hard to lay down.

After finding her mom's house filled with stacks of Christmas boxes and decorations in every room including the bathroom the author thought what a story. The idea came from finding Santa hanging from a candle in the bathroom where she first thought how strange, and then thought why not? What would Santa give to Jesus? This was the first title idea and since then it has undergone some changing including the addition of illustrations. Follow Santa on one of his strangest flights. Go with him on a journey that changed him and could be also the world. The author has not only written this engaging story but has completed the illustrations as well. The illustrations may be further enjoyed by children as they color them in if they choose. Additional activities are included in the last pages of the book in the form of puzzles and project ideas to increase holiday fun. .

The reader takes an extraordinary journey with the author in the winter of 2010 down a path in her mind where things buried and remembered painfully and curiously rise from her thoughts to be written and shared here. What originally was an Idea to paint a picture in oils on her porch in the summer to portray the plight of the unborn took a new form becoming her own balm as she discovered with each morning journal entry her own plight and hidden pain. This in the end is no painting but a winter journal and collection of poems for the unborn that somehow brought the author her own healing.