There was a time in my life where everything offended me. The worse of those times I recounted in my book, Butterfly Child. It was during Nicky’s second Christmas in 1997 and I was at my lowest low, the lowest point in my life. The following is an excerpt from Chapter 5: This was without a doubt the worst time of my life and all the heartache was taking its toll deep in my core. This time I was not suicidal at all, just really morose. Within the past 3 years I had a child that was stillborn at full term, a miscarriage, Nicky was born with this awful condition called EB, my marriage was on the skids and I just had to declare bankruptcy. Perhaps it was too much to ask for people to treat me with a little kindness and compassion, thinking before blurting out certain things, orRead More →