I have struggled with my weight from the time I was in high school. I never seemed to be able to get my weight down to what the experts told me that I was supposed to weigh. If I wanted to be an air line hostess, I had to get my weight down from 145...
Category: Memoir
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Open Mouth Insert Foot: The Confusing World of Political Correctness
Apparently, I am obtuse about many things, especially when interacting with men. I am constantly in trouble with the things that I say. Incident #1:I once had an immensely helpful and friendly neighbor. It was he who welcomed me into the neighborhood, stopped in to chat, helped with things I could not do. One day...
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How to Sell almost Anything and Make a Million Bucks in one Year!
Sounds great, doesn’t it? All you have to do is “buy my book” or “take my on-line courses for this low, low price” Well, it just doesn’t work for me. I am a lousy salesperson. I could never develop “the spiel” about my puppies or my books. Worse, I suspected other people who sold their...
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When Jesus asked “Come, follow me,” I replied “I’m too busy”
Here I Am, LordJohn Michael Talbot I, the Lord of sea and skyI have heard my people cryAll who dwell in dark and sinMy hand will saveI who made the stars of nightI will make their darkness brightWho will bear my light to them?Whom shall I send? Here I am, LordIs it I, Lord?I have...
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Rebecca “Becky” Self: Her Story
My family called Rebecca Self, Auntie Billie. She was not a blood relative but she was such a close friend to my parents, it seemed too formal to call her “Mrs. Self.” Becky Self was an army nurse. During World War II, she and her husband, Leonard, were imprisoned with us in Cebu and Manila...
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Memoirs: A Pilgrimage to Medjugorje
July, 1991, just before the outbreak of the war in Bosnia/Herzegovina, I made my pilgrimage to Medjugorje. I had heard about this little Yugoslavian village from a member of my parish and found her descriptions, especially of the little ten year old boy kneeling stock still for thirty minutes at a time, with his eyes...
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I Cried Yesterday
I cried yesterday. At church. Totally unexpected. Totally spontaneous. This is what happened. My church is large. It seats 1500 in the pews with room in the back for rows of folding chairs. There is a center aisle that leads toward the altar. At the Offertory, the time during Mass, when lay persons carry up...
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Illustrations that Never Made it into the Book
There was no way any of these pictures could have been included in the book, although I wish they could have been. When we went to Montalongon, we took the Mullaney’s with us. This picture of the four of us children was sent to me by Dorothy Mulaney in 2017. Left to right: Bill, Dorothy,...
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How I got Started Writing
Just before finishing my PhD, the UCLA School of Nursing offered me a job as an Assistant Professor. I was warned right away that UCLA was a “publish or perish” university. That meant that if I didn’t publish research papers, no matter how wonderful I was as a teacher, I would not get promoted or...
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