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

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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.

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  • 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…

  • First Kiss…

    Do you remember your first kiss? And I am not talking about that make out kiss at some party or a dare kiss. I am talking about that first kiss which was not anticipated, the kiss from out of the blue. It is the kiss where your lips touch another person’s lips for the first…

  • Little Farm Garden…

    Growing part of your family food supply in Western North Caroline was a very common practice in the early 1960’s if you had some land to farm. From what I remember, my grandparents had a large piece of land behind their house and every year in the spring my grandpa would plant lots of vegetables…

  • Six Weeks In…

    Wow! Hard to believe, but I have completed six weeks of some good workouts at the gym. I feel like I have made some good progress based on how I have been tracking which machines I have increased the weights on. I will share my boring stats with you with the understanding that you promise…

  • Chasing A Rainbow…

    Have you ever dreamed of finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Well, I would like to think that I almost did one summer when I was 7 years old. This memory brings back that age of innocence and a bit of nostalgia of the early 1960’s in our small-town in…

  • First Kite…

    It is springtime in Western North Carolina and the spring wind has started rustling through the trees. The mornings are cool and the days are starting to get warmer. This is the time that I start to see other kids outside flying their kites in the open fields of our neighborhood. If I remember correctly,…

  • Let It Snow…

    As a kid living in a small town in northwest North Carolina near the Virginia border in the late 50’s and early 60’s brings back some very special memories. In winter as a kid I loved the days when it would snow. There was a certain magic about those little white snowflakes gently falling downward…