Freelance Writing

A Promise Kept

If you missed yesterday’s post, here’s a quick recap. In 1984, I sat at the bottom of the Spanish Steps in Rome, and wept. Why? I was too exhausted to take another step. My second heart surgery awaited me, and I was sure this would be my one chance to ‘see the world’. But, it…… Continue reading A Promise Kept

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I Made a Promise to Myself

It was the summer of 1984, not long after my eleventh birthday, and my first trip across the Atlantic would shape my world in ways I never thought possible. We’d been riding in a motorcoach, walked miles all over Rome, and at the base of the Spanish Steps, I stopped. I was exhausted and needed…… Continue reading I Made a Promise to Myself