Amnesia is and always has been part of my life.
We all must make decisions in life. Do we do it in freedom or pain?
Whose fault/responsibility is my life? Mine or someone else's?
Just who is Shirley J. Davis?
I have risen like a Phoenix from the flames that made me who I am. This is my personal story.
Earth is the only world we have, let's fight together to preserve it.
Death is inevitable, so why not live?
Words shape who we are as humans. Using them wisely is an enormous responsibility.
A further explanation of just what the hell I was talking about
Why Be Miserable at Christmas? Why not choose something different?