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A few months after my father’s suicide, I was lying in bed. It was dark. Off in the distance, I could hear the emergency sirens coming from police cars. My body felt both cold and sweaty at the same time. Mom was not home. Was she hurt? What if she dies? Our Fear Based Stories…

As an educator I am responsible for instructing, not destructing. I teach students how to solve math equations, write complete sentences, and how to use a text to support their opinions. Teaching is my livelihood, so why would I want anyone to unlearn anything?                      …

Recently, I held a book reading at our public library. The purpose of the event was to introduce myself and my book to the community.  Leading up to the day of my book reading, my husband helped me to select particular passages that would give everyone a taste of my story, but not the whole…

Though it is unlikely that I will ever travel to Hong Kong, my book was there this summer as part of an international book fair. According to the publicist company that I hired to promote my book at this event, more that 2,000 people scanned the code on the back of my book. This took…