Please, Never Forget: Release & Preview

Hello guys. It’s been a while since I have written, and I’m sorry about that. Working has been wonderful, but has made my schedule crazy. I am enjoying it, but I am also re-learning how to organize my time better in order to do the other things I want to do or need to do, such as keep up a blog, write a new book, and take care of my home.

I have exciting news: My novel, Please, Never Forget is out now! I am so excited to be able to finally share the project with the world, after all the writing, editing, and planning. Though the final product may have a few minor flaws, over all, I’m very proud of it.

If you are interested in purchasing a copy, you can purchase directly from the AngelInk Illuminations webstore. You can also purchase it from a special CreatSpace online store location, or from

Below is a little teaser, a glimpse of the first chapter. If you like what you see, consider ordering it. If you know anyone who is struggling with depression, or anyone struggling with knowing God is God and that He cares, or anyone who just loves to read, please share my book with them.


March 25, 2006:

     The tension in this house continues to build. I feel like I could go out there and cut it with a knife. No wonder I spend so much time elsewhere. At church, at school, with Maddie and Nikki. I cannot handle this place any longer. Five months is not fast enough to get over the state line to a new life. Tonight is no exception to the fighting, and unfortunately, I have nothing that can take me away from the house. I’m not allowed out tonight, anyway, just in case either of them needs ammo. There was a time when I would have invited friends over on nights when I was not allowed out, but none of them would come now. Especially not on a night like this. They are all too afraid of my father. Even Nikki and Maddie won’t come if they can help it.
     I don’t have to strain my ears to know that this fight, like many others, is over finances. What was or wasn’t spent. Who was or wasn’t keeping up with the checkbook. I do have a pang of guilt remembering the “secret” lunch mom and I had today. It was just another lie or secret to add to the arsenal. I’ve lost count of the times she had me hold something back or bend or even omit the truth. Although, dad’s no better, blaming me for everything and telling me I don’t do anything right… I picked up the headphones from my desk and turned the volume up until I could no longer hear the screaming that was escalating in the kitchen. I may have lost count of the lies and insults, but I know exactly how many days until graduation: 55.

         Fighting was the norm in my house. Growing up, I had the pleasure of living with two parents who were strangers sharing a bed. Well, not strangers, exactly, more like enemies. My dad had anger issues, and my mom was his favorite target. That whole time, what I remember most is: loud. Everything was so loud. My parents yelling, at each other or at me, my headphones blaring, my own yelling; everything was just loud.

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