The Soldier and the Squirrel introduces children to the Purple Heart

through a loving story of a friendship between a newly wounded soldier

and Rocky the squirrel with his backyard friends. This story began as a

blog during my first year in bed after my incident. With much

encouragement, it is now a book and has been placed in the

Ronald Reagan Presidential Library & Museum. Please watch the video

on the About page to learn for the Soldier & Rocky are changing children's






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The White Party

Rumor had it the party was going to be big. As Lauren phoned her mother, her heart ached at the thought of disappointing her parents. Eighteen was a milestone; she knew her mother might not approve of her canceling the family dinner at The Ivy to hopefully join a group of friends at the hot White Party happening that night at The Jonathan Beach Club in Santa Monica. Little did she know, it was her mother who had Lauren's friends invite her to that White Party...there was never supposed to be a family dinner at The Ivy.
The phone rang, Lauren anxiously twirled her golden strands in her fingertips. Her mother answered, Lauren apologized profusely. Her mother feigned disappointment, as she secretly plotted the arrangement of tables atop the Santa Monica sand.
As the sky hovering atop the lifeguard stands melted into a cosmic sherbert sundae, the guests arrived one by one, in the finest whites, Jimmy Choo heels, whipped cream linens and patent leather caramels. I stood aside, grateful to be wearing white , and for a moment pretended I was one of the guests who happened to don the coolest camera in the crowd. Boy was I going to show up THAT photographer...oh wait...I WAS the photographer...and my fantasy ended...
The DJ stirred the crowd into a silent frenzy, whispering into the mic that the birthday girl had arrived. As Lauren crept around the corner, huddled by her girlfriends, the energy of the awaiting surprise pursed the lips of the entrance, the guests exploded with delight at the ruse, the coup of fabulous deceit raining delight on their guest of honor. The evening was a success. The White Party was indeed the hottest party of the night, and it was Lauren's, to hold and remember forever. Her parents stood proudly as all danced under winking eyelets in the sky, and into an evening of fire-pits and s'mores. Life was good.
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