We’d like to show the side of the world you don’t normally see on television.

Then & Now

I married my soul mate, Charlie O’Neill, in 1985, after living with him for 4 years and knowing him since I was a teen. I know that soul mate is an over used term, I don’t have a better one right now. He was a musician, song writer, teacher and my best friend. He was my anchor thru any storm and my sunshine every day. I was sure that my life could not have been better.

Then in 1986, we had our only son, Martin. Born on the Indigo ray, he was like “the second coming” doted on by everyone. Especially, his Dad. He was an easy kid to raise. As long as the fridge was full, he was okay.

We were all happy growing more spiritual, creative, loving & happy.

Charlie was diagnosed with colon cancer in 2003.

He went in for a routine colonoscopy and they found it. He was strong, vegetarian, exercised every day.

He did it all right. But it was in that precise moment. I can pinpoint the instant. Our lives changed.

Dramatically. Scary, for this first time.

We were challenged; but strove to make our lives complete and happy. We were as good as you can be in that scenario. But that is a tale for another time.

Marty grew into a smart, strong, athletic & handsome man. We have always been so proud of him. He understands the higher, spiritual concepts and chooses to live his life as honestly, fully & as happily as possible.

We were all back on track and just when we thought that life couldn’t get better…….our granddaughter, Ariyana Rose was born to Marty & April. We welcomed April into our family the year before. She just walked in and we knew she belonged. I will forever be indebted to April for bringing us Rosie. Her birth changed everything, for the best. She continues to enchant me.

From Dec. 2010 - Feb. 2011, My perfect world has turned upside down. My perfect husband passed away. My son and his family moved out of state. My dog had to be put to sleep.

An invisible force ripped out my heart, soul, breath, good times and bad… threw them on the floor, stamped on them, put cigarette butts out in them, drove a car thru them and then shoved them back in the empty vessel that was once me.

I am both forced into not only a new chapter; but a new book. This is why I have chosen to write about my life.

I have to find a way to build a life and write a new story, even though I have no idea what it will be.