Join me on my journey of 1,100 miles on the Pacific Crest Trail. “We conversed about the many levels of the hike, from the physical to the mental to the emotional to the spiritual. Layer upon layer of trials and growth. We called ourselves pilgrims, but realized that there really was no destination, no holy monastery, no mecca, no temple at the end waiting for us. The journey itself was our destination and our sanctuary. This was our pilgrimage to nowhere.”
The true coming of age story of Margaret Mead — one of the heroines of the twentieth century — that reveals events and relationships she hid from the world during her lifetime and beyond.
Jane Bernard lost her 12-year-old twin daughters to a religious hijacking perpetrated by their father, Reverend Logan Churlick. Jane is heartbroken and embittered by the loss, causing her to jeopardize her once-happy marriage with her great love, Bolivar Bernard. When the twins are 18, Bekah reaches out to her mother. Darcy spurns Jane and wants nothing to do with her sister. Churlick thwarts Jane’s attempt to reunite with Darcy and his obsession to possess Jane grows more twisted. Will Churlick be successful in keeping Jane and Bekah from reconnecting with Darcy? Will Jane regain her daughters only to lose Bolivar? Will the strategy Jane sees as her only chance to save the marriage she has all but destroyed work?
Heroin Addiction-The Lifestyle-The Recovery
I’m not a celebrity or a model. I’m not rich or famous. I’m a hooker, a hustler and a junkie. It’s not like I chose this lifestyle but something inside of me took over my entire being. I became reckless and out of control. I wanted to party and get high. I needed excitement. I thrived on it. I wanted to fit in somewhere. I wanted to belong and most of all I wanted someone to love me. Little did I know, that what I left behind would be the one thing that I longed for the most. At 18, I left the love and security of my family for a nightmare of drug addiction and crime. Struggling on the streets of Los Angeles and too ashamed to go back home, I submitted to a subculture of misfits that held me captive in more ways than one. Would I ever find my way out out this self-produced nightmare??? Was I destined to live my life in hell??? Only time would tell…