The World of Franyo

When Harold Ganz infested my mother's life, I should have asked, "Would you trust this man?" Instead, I ignored the warning bells, to my later dismay.

After my father died, my mother became surrounded by secret scammers -- a group of men and women who began to circle around her like silent, lethal sharks.

It was my first experience with the death of a close relative and I couldn’t get it into my brain that he was gone. I had the distinct feeling that he was just there, inches ...

Flying to see my dying father, I remembered a dream about overcoming my fear of flying. I knew in then that it was a prophetic dream about this moment.

My father fell while on vacation in France, and I had to take an emergency flight to go say goodbye. The only problem? My intense fear of flying.

Thirty-four years ago, this girl who saw that her life was going nowhere came to expect miracles and received the gift of sobriety.

After our drunken summer together, when Jane walked into my apartment on Friday, October 30, she was two weeks sober. For me it became day one.

One evening I had a sudden stark vision that my life was headed for poor relationships, deteriorating looks & night after night of sodden, pointless drunkenness.