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New Profile Photo is of Liz, and myself standing and Sherry Hartzler sitting with her book, Island Passage. Now on the my post:


For those of you who read my blog HELP -  I'M IN CRISIS -a big thank you for your love and blessings and lovely comments of encouragement. Especially thanks to Liz who called the next morning out of concern for me.

I realized as soon as I read the post a day later that the post had filled its purpose. Saying what I needed to say and getting it all off my chest was part of the solution. Therefore I removed the post.

I do have a plan. I found a yoga class nearby, I'm looking for a counselor, and Liz gave me some great suggestions on how to put my new plan in action.

Liz just passed her 10 year anniversary cancer free. (Breast cancer). Congrats Liz.

I look forward to spending time with Liz on my front porch rockers this summer reminiscing about all the writing adventures we've had the last 20 years. I'm proud of every one of our successes, large and small.
Liz has several YA books out if you want to look her up. Google Elizabeth Vollstadt. A friend who is one in a million.

God bless each of you for sending me thoughts and prayers.

Barb

Comments

  1. I am so glad that you are feeling so much more positive. Black moods are no fun, but there is nothing better than a good friend who is there for you. God bless you both.

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  2. Maybe I'll come and join you on that porch. I've written a post similar to yours and my friends have rallied so valiantly to keep me from going over the edge.

    I'm glad you have Liz.

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  3. So glad to hear your friend has helped you find your way out of the darkness, and that you have a plan to stay in the light. Love the polka dots!

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  4. Thank you for letting us know that you are doing better. You have been in my thoughts and prayers. I think your plan sounds like an excellent one.

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  5. Thanks to all. I chose the polka dots - the black barbed wire was sort of the way I was feeling that day - now I'm in a happier place and this backgrounds shows it.
    Blessings all.
    B

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  6. Hi Barb, so glad to have you back and doing better. Take care and we love you!

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  7. Glad you are feeling better. We all go through a slump now and then. I think you are doing the right thing by joining a yoga class - good for your soul and your body. Think good thoughts!

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  8. You all make me feel so blessed and yes loved. Women everywhere are incredible, well us anyway.
    Glad you stopped by.
    Have a great mother's day whether you have children or not.
    Blessings.

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  9. Sometimes just saying it is all that's needed. I'm glad to see the happier post, but don't feel bad when you need to speak the shadow song from time to time. No one can be up all the time.

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  10. Love your new background and I'm very happy you are in a better frame of mind. It's good to get it all out there and not pretend everything's OK...keeping you in my prayers still! Happy Mother's Day!

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  11. Barb– Thank you so much for those kind words You've always been a great support to me, too, and a wonderful cheerleader for my writing when I'm down. So glad you're feeling better. And . . . I'm sure that beautiful weather helps. I can't wait to see you this summer–and drink my morning coffee on your porch (with a book, of course).

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  12. love & hugs Barb! Im wanting to get back into yoga too. It was so good to me years ago.

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