Eight weeks ago, my book Flashback Girl: Lessons on Resilience From a Burn Survivor was released. Since then, I have been sprinting and...

“I heard some other girls talking about her. They said, ‘Why does she wear short sleeve shirts when she is scarred like that? I felt bad."

Life had a calm empty-nest rhythm. Then, this spring, everything changed. We had not planned to shelter together with our grown children....

In week seven of quarantine, how are you managing your time? Are you contemplating new projects around your home? Catching up with old...

Time and time again, the villain winds up being burned. Doug and I grin at each other and hoot, “Just another maladjusted burn victim!"

Nine years ago, my daughter’s friend was bullied in the playground. It started out as a joke, a quirky game. As the “game” progressed,...

I spent three days at my own personal Disney Land last week. In truth, I stayed just two miles away from the actual Disney Land, but I...

(Re-released today, in memory of my brother, and in honor of National Suicide Prevention Month.) Chances are, you never met my brother....

I write today wrapped in old clothes I don’t care about, so the bleeding won’t matter. Half of my body shines luminous scarlet, as my...

I used to love P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother? The story was about a baby bird whose mother was nowhere to be found when he...

I had this blog all planned. I was set to announce that I finally had secured a publisher for my memoir, Flashback Girl: Lessons on...

If there were ever a contest for the most unique person, I would enter my father, Bill Deguire. He moved through the world with such...

Having been a psychologist for 3 decades, I have heard plenty of angst concerning Mother’s Day. Some of the stories were tragic. Some...

I am hunkering down at home for a week. I wear sloppy clothes that I don’t mind staining with blood. First I am in pain, then I itch,...

I messed up this week. I said something stupid to my daughter. At the time, I thought I had to help her by giving her my opinion, even...

“You can do it. You can do it. You can do it.” I peeked out my bedroom, looking for my four-year-old daughter. I heard her high-pitched...