Inspired Heart New Beginnings

a personal story blog about

Surviving My Widow Maker Heart Attack and My Recovery

My New Beginnings, New Life Goals, Lifestyle Changes, including My Life Remembered: The Younger Years

My Story Begins at the First Blog Post:

Some Background… posted August 26, 2024

Website & Navigation Tip

I have now posted over 80 story vignettes on my website. Many of my vignette writings exceed the common “less than 1,000 word count” typically presented in this writing style. My writings have been evolving over time and I am proud of this evolution. I have now recognized that there are many potential publishing projects developing in this website, both in the fiction and non-fiction genres.

Should I consider actively seeking Literary Agent representation?

To easily navigate my website, select My Writings in the Menu Bar to be directed to the current list of my vignette writings. These writings of my memories appear in the Parts and Eras from when they occurred. Select the Vignette Title link in the Era that captures your interests to learn more about this part of my story.

Tag: New Beginnings

  • Writers Block…

    I have not been able to publish any new writings for several weeks now. My apologies. Yes, “writers block” really does happen, and I have been experiencing this impact recently while trying to write the vignettes about my vacation during the summer of 2024. This writing effort became challenging after I returned from this year’s…

  • Why I Write…

    When I started my personal story blog website, my writing was a therapeutic exercise to reconcile with everything going on in my world at that time. After surviving a Widow Maker Heart Attack that for most people is fatal, and as part of my overall recovery, I sought out therapeutic support to help me resolve…

  • Lunch At The Bunny’s Place…

    Well, my birthday party this year was awesome. And after the party I now have more new friends and a new best friend. I think that this is the time in my life when I discovered what a best friend is and what an inseparable bond feels like. In life, you only get so many…

  • A New Friend…

    We are all moved in now. From what I remember, my clothing selection was small and not well suited for the desert heat. I did have some shorts and T-shirts, and a bathing suit which was basically an old pair of shorts. It was my first full day in this new place. My mom was…

  • Going West…

    For some reason we quickly moved out of our house in the later part of the summer in 1964. This was just before my 9th birthday. And I do not know why. Our moving journey was by car, and I think it was in a station wagon because of its size. I do not remember…

  • My Young Body…

    From what I remember, my friend’s older brother, who was only a few years older than me I think, took an interest in me, and I felt his interest was a special one. One day he asked me to go to the woods with him. He had always been nice to me and his younger…

  • Box Of Memories…

    I am pretty sure that everyone who is reading this piece has a collection of pictures in albums, boxes, or maybe in a picture catalog they have made that reflects many of your memories throughout life. And most of these memories are of good times, family events, maybe even some challenging times. Rarely do any…

  • The Dark…

    Have you ever been so frightened that the experience of that trauma would change how your daily routine would be impacted? And did this experience happen when you were just a kid in your age of innocence? Or did it happen when you were a young teen? Well, my bedtime routine was dramatically changed when…

  • Scary Movie…

    There was a movie theater on the main street going through the heart of Mount Airy, North Carolina in the early 1960’s that played matinee movies on Saturdays for the town’s kids. The movie variety from what I had heard was ok. I had not been to the theater and only heard stories from friends…

  • Cobbler…

    Behind our new house on the street that ended in a circle was a thick stand of trees. On the other side of the trees were train tracks that ran through our side of town and trains ran on these tracks almost daily. One train ran to the cement plant up the hill and on…