Who Moved My Checkers?
On June 26, 2012, I was pretty sure I was ready to retire from writing books. I decided I really could just swim, read, meditate, and that’s it—no need to struggle with filling those blank pages ever again. Summer was here and my children and their families were about to arrive at my island paradise for our annual Hawaiian holiday together. That was me talking to myself about my future plans. But was I really calling the shots? What happened next was just incredible.
On June 27, 2012, I woke up and started writing. Something compelled me to start putting words on paper. I was writing about the significant events and the people and circumstances that have taken place in my life. I couldn’t stop the flow of words. They just kept coming. The timing certainly wasn’t convenient. Continue Reading