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“My Gutsy Story” by Madeline Sharples

June 25, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

When my older son Paul died by suicide in 1999 after a seven-year battle with bipolar disorder, I knew I had to find ways to keep myself busy and productive or else I would wallow away in my grief. At the time of his death I was writing grant proposals for a homeless shelter, but I found too many reminders working from my home office. The solution, I thought, was to work outside my home.

After two false starts at part-time jobs outside – writing grant proposals for our local free clinic and managing capital campaigns as a fundraising consultant – I decided the way for me to live with the death of my older son was to get rehired by the aerospace company I retired from in the mid-1990s where I had worked off and on since the mid 1960s. When a job opening came up in January 2003, I jumped at it and was hired.

My job was to help my company produce proposals, a huge document or set of documents, meant to persuade the government to hire us to do their needed work. The job was challenging, meaningful, and very stressful – all necessary to keeping my mind so occupied with other things I would have no time to grieve. Each proposal project had a defined beginning, middle, and end so it gave me the opportunity to work with ever-changing proposal teams. I thrived on that socialization, the respect others had for my work, and the challenges of training engineers how to write in English.

Meeting stringent deadlines made me stronger, and keeping my mind on the job stopped me from dwelling on my loss. Plus, I gained skills in setting goals, organizing work and the people I worked with, and managing to a deadline – all skills necessary to my writing career now.

But I kept feeling the draw of creative writing. I had studied journalism in high school and college, I had taken many writing classes and workshops, and by 2009, I was already shopping a memoir I had written (in my “spare” time) about the death of our son and how our family survived. So I started to think about retiring from my day job again. Except I kept hesitating. I was afraid to take that step. I was afraid I would fall apart without my full-time job crutch.

Even though I asked myself: why was I doing my company’s work – of taking men and women back to the moon? Why should I do this work instead of working on my own writing projects? Why was I sabotaging my creativity and healing? I rationalized that I needed the structure, the socialization, and the money. I rationalized that I wouldn’t do well working from home again – alone. But it was none of those. I just plain refused to find out if I could live and survive on my own and as the full-time writer I so longed to be.

Well, I finally did retire, but it took me until April 2010, to do it. When I look back at all those years of indecision, I realize I just couldn’t make the final decision until I was good and ready. Until I felt comfortable enough with myself. Until I stopped carrying around the grief and sorrow.

And the timing was perfect.

Two months after I retired I got a publishing contract for my memoir Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother’s Memoir of Living with Her Son’s Bipolar Disorder and Surviving His Suicide that I had been pitching for over two years. Almost immediately I was knee-deep in revising my book and getting it ready for publication and getting more and more involved with the social networking necessary to publicize my book. Best of all, after my book was published, I was able to move on to the career I’ve wanted to have since I was a teenager: as a journalist and creative writer.

I like to think that Paul’s death gave me the gift of this new career and a new mission in life. I created a book with the goal of helping others who have experienced a loss like mine; I am working as a web journalist for several online sites that deal with survival, healthy living, and being a vibrant over 60-year old; I’m busy writing a novel, and I discovered my most important work of all: helping to erase the stigma of mental illness and prevent suicide with the hope of saving lives. If my writing helps attain that mission, it will all be worth it.

Madeline Sharples Bio:

Madeline Sharples studied journalism in high school and college and wrote for the high school newspaper, but only started to fulfill her dream to work as a creative writer and journalist late in life. In the meantime she worked most of her professional life as a technical writer and editor, grant writer, and proposal manager. She sold real estate for ten years while her boys were growing up, and instead of creative writing, she took creative detours into drawing and painting, sewing, quilting, and needlepoint.

Released in hardback in 2011, her memoir, Leaving the Hall Light On: A Mother’s Memoir of Living with Her Son’s Bipolar Disorder and Surviving His Suicide, will be available through Dream of Things in paperback and eBook editions in July.

It tells the steps she took in living with the loss of her oldest son, first and foremost that she chose to live and take care of herself as a woman, wife, mother, and writer. She hopes that her story will inspire others to find ways to survive their own tragic experiences.

She also co-authored Blue-Collar Women: Trailblazing Women Take on Men-Only Jobs (New Horizon Press, 1994), co-edited the poetry anthology, The Great American Poetry Show, Volumes 1 and 2, and wrote the poems for two photography books, The Emerging Goddess and Intimacy (Paul Blieden, photographer). Her poems have also appeared online and in print magazines. Madeline’s articles also appear regularly in the Huffington Post, Naturally Savvy, PsychAlive, and Open to Hope. She also posts at her blogs, Choices and at Red Room.

She is currently writing an historical fiction book, but her main mission is raising awareness, educating, and erasing the stigma of mental illness and suicide, through her writing and volunteer work, in the hopes of saving lives.

You can purchase her memoir at Red Room or Amazon.

MADELINE’S BOOK TRAILER:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TMOVHAmSlc

Become a Facebook fan of Madeline Sharples (for book news and writing tidbits)

Her two blogs are: http://madeline40.blogspot.com/ and http://www.redroom.com/member/madeline40

Visit her website, and Tweet her@madeline40

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Sonia Marsh Says: Madeline, I don’t know where to begin with my praise for you, your courage and your determination. The way you chose to handle your grief by immersing yourself in your work, is probably the best way to handle such a tragic loss as that of a child.

On a lighter note, I’m envious of the skills you have:

“Plus, I gained skills in setting goals, organizing work and the people I worked with, and managing to a deadline – all skills necessary to my writing career now.”

I’m finding it so difficult to keep organized, and almost wish I had help to handle the paperwork and filing, so I could keep up with what I enjoy most: meeting people, networking  and connecting. Any advice would be appreciated.

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Gutsy Book Buzz-My ARC’s are ready-Are you?

June 21, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

Sonia with her Advance Reading Copy of Freeways to Flip-Flops

I’m so excited to share my special day with you. Yesterday, I picked up my ARC’s (Advance Reading Copies) of my book: Freeways to Flip-Flops: A Family’s Year of Gutsy Living on a Tropical Island.

I’m happy to have met a wonderful French Canadian, Rene Gagnon, the  CEO of Allura Press, who printed my ARC’s.

I would like to invite my kind and generous blogger friends, Twitter companions, Facebook Groups, authors, writers and anyone from the media from the U.S., and around the world to let me know if you would like to participate in my upcoming Gutsy Virtual Book Tour.

Sonia Marsh with Rene Gagnon picking up her ARC’s

If we have similar interests and audiences and you would like to:

  • Review my book
  • Interview me in a blog post
  • Have me write a guest post
  • Skype interview me
  • Have me answer your questions via a podcast
  • Have me answer your questions and make a YouTube video for you
  • Have other suggestions?
  • Have me speak
  • HAVE FUN

Please e-mail me at: Sonia@soniamarsh.com, 

WomenROK is hosting an event today with a tropical theme at The Wine Artist, in Lake Forest. I shall be speaking there this afternoon from 4-6:30 p.m. Come on by.

Please share how you’ve done a virtual blog tour with us. Any tips?

“My Gutsy Story” by Jeffrey Crimmel

June 18, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

Mazari Sharif is a much smaller town than the capital of Kabul. Farming and the production of hash and opium remained the source of income in the region. Fields surrounded the town but the cool spring weather kept any planting in limbo.

All that remained of the city were the tall mud walls slowly eroding away. While walking around this ancient ruin I looked from a section of the clay barrier down into the non-existent remains of the city. A camel caravan, with ten or fifteen beasts of burden, used the city barriers as a windbreak while camping overnight. Nothing remained indicating any life ever existed at one time in the enclosed compound.

On one of my photo outings I discovered how dangerous being a foreigner could be in Afghanistan. The event unfolded while returning to the hotel after a walk outside the village. When a traveler finds him or herself in a situation, with the potential to become ugly, remember to maintain a cool head and take the path of least resistance.

I happened to be turning a corner on a rutted road on the outskirt of a residential part of the city. Approaching me were two women, surrounded by their children, after a day of shopping. The Burqa or outer garment worn by the Afghan women hung, pulled back over their heads, revealing their faces. The tent like garb covers the entire body of a woman in Afghanistan and is never removed until she returns to her home.

The women must have been near their houses and were not expecting a foreigner to be coming around the corner. They quickly pulled the Burqas back over their faces and were again hidden from the outsider approaching them. Only a small net in the Burqa, around the eye sockets, remained as an opening. The small breach enabled the women to see and breath while walking.

The mothers seemed angry with me for having observed their exposed head and face. I could tell by the tone in their voice, when they passed, the event was a major taboo. I kept walking.

Twenty feet separated me from the group of shoppers when rocks began hitting the ground near my body. The young boys, accompanying their mothers, prepared to defend the family honor by stoning the infidel. These boys were not much older than eight or nine. Lucky for me their aim sucked. I turned around to face them and thought about making a charge.

It is times like this one must realize,

“I am in a foreign country and I better be sure I make good decisions.”

Instead of rushing at the children like a crazed Oakland Raider fan hoping to scare the crap out of them, I kept walking away, doing so while increasing my pace. I needed to lengthen my distance from the young boys. Eight year olds attempting to make their first honor killing could become quite nasty.

The children did not follow nor did an incensed adult male come running around the corner trying to complete the stoning attempt made by the young rock throwers. I still needed fifteen minutes before reaching the safety of the hotel. Once inside the hotel wall I relaxed. I left the next day on the bus back to Kabul, feeling lucky to tell the tale.

The lesson here is for all of us who travel to foreign countries.  Just because a culture has customs different than ours, we are only in their country as visitors.  If a country needs to change then it will have to come from their people to be real change, not some judgmental visitor wondering why the rest of the world cannot be just like their country.  I have visited over 30 countries in my travels and this lesson alone has allowed me to enjoy different cultures to their fullest and still come out unscathed.

Jeffrey Crimmel

Jeff Crimmel Bio:  Jeff Crimmel is a retired teacher who has been teaching Special Needs students in California and Arizona for 23 years. He moved to Arizona with his wife Suzanne from Sebastopol, CA in 2000 after they visited the Southwest in 1998. The National Parks of Zion and Bryce Canyon inspired Jeff to take his photography hobby into a professional level for 6 years while living in Flagstaff, AZ.

In the summer of 2009, after retiring from teaching, Jeff decided to write down his nine years around the world journey from 1970-1979 after his two daughters kept asking about how he met their mother in India and what happened during that time.

After Living Beneath the Radar was published, Jeff and his wife moved to Phoenix in 2010 for a year and finally in the summer of 2011 made their way to the small community of San Felipe in Baja where the author wrote two books, Learning to Love the Peso, and Centavo, a Dog From Mexico.  The fourth book, The 60’s; If You Remember It You Didn’t Live It is in the process of being written. (If I can remember anything.)

 

Learning to Love the Peso is the documented account of moving to Mexico and all the steps needed to make the move and how to best make the adjustments in such a move.  It is well documented with an “How to” index at the back of the book. Also the author dispells the news America has been sending to the public in the states about Mexico being a war zone.  The truth is only possible with a visit to this culture and experience it for yourself.

Centavo, a Dog from Mexico is based on the true story of a street dog in Mexico who was picked up and brought back to the states.  It is the account of the life changing move by Centavo, making all the changes going to the States from Mexico. The author and his wife were making similiar adjustments moving the other way and living in Mexico.

The author seems to have found a new way to express himself in the world and through his humor and insight there should be more to come.

You can find Jeffrey on Twitter @Livingbeneath, on his website and connect with him on Facebook.

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Sonia Marsh Says: Jeffrey, you send us a very important lesson: we are only visitors in another country and have to respect their traditions and not attempt to impose our own. Accepting the way others live is sometimes very difficult for us, however, as you mentioned, It has served you well in all thirty countries you have visited.

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Winner of the May “My Gutsy Story” contest

June 14, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

We have four amazing writers this month who opened up their hearts and shared their inspiring “My Gutsy Story.”

Marcia Sargent

 

Congratulations to Marcia Sargent, the winner of the May “My Gutsy Story” contest.

Marcia Sargent

Sonia Marsh Says: Marcia, your story truly shows how overcoming your difficult childhood brought out the “hero” in you, rather than the liar and a procrastinator of your early childhood days. I admire how you chose to overcome your own fears and doubts about your teaching career, and turned them into a positive way to make children strive to work hard and attain success in life.

Kathleen Pooler

Kathleen Pooler, came in 2nd place with her story about how a mother’s “tough love” saved her son.

Kathleen Pooler

Sonia Marsh Says:  There are many parents who can relate to problem teenagers, even though the severity of the situation varies considerably. You made us realize that “tough love” is often the only approach, and how difficult it is for parents to carry through with this process. Your story reminded me of A Beautiful Boy by David Sheff. I’m sure you read his memoir. I cannot wait to read your memoir when it is published.

 

Teresa Wendel

3rd Place goes to Teresa Wendel.

Teresa Wendel

Sonia Marsh Says: Your story proves that with passion, you can accomplish whatever you’ve set your mind to overcome. I enjoyed your story and admire women who can fix things, whether at home, or with their car. As you said yourself, “Not bad for a woman who won’t push the buttons on a TV clicker, use a cell phone, or connect to the Internet.”

4th place goes to our wonderful Siv Maria Ottem.

 
Siv Maria Ottem

Sonia Marsh Says: A heart-warming story about how a 35-year-old son finds his biological mom through a Facebook search, after an adoption at birth. What a beautiful story with such a happy ending. What amazes me is how Facebook has connected so many people who may never have found each other. Thanks for sharing your personal story which offers hope to those searching for relatives or their adoptive parents.

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You are all WINNERS, with such amazing writing and stories to share. Thank you for participating, and to all VOTERS for taking part.

Our WINNER Marcia Sargent , gets to select his prize from our new list of SPONSORS,

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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

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Two June stories are up. So far we have Doug Edwards  “My Gutsy Story” and Marla Cerise “My Gutsy Story.”

I hope you enjoy the “My Gutsy Story” series and share with others through the links below. Perhaps you’d like to submit your own. Thanks.

 

“My Gutsy Story” by Marla Cerise

June 11, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 Fight, Pray, Love, Laugh, and Cry (Not Always In That Order!

My second husband passed away when I was 38.   My two youngest boys aged 4 and 6 were the only ones with him the night he died in his sleep of cardiac arrest.  I wanted to die then, but my 5 children were my strength and I resolved to make sure I would be there for them in their time of grief.  I put my mourning on the back burner and made it my quest for them to mature into strong, capable young adults.

Four years later we suffered another tragedy when my precious stepdaughter Rene (who was 18 and lived with us), was taken from us in a vehicular accident along with the driver, a close friend, just 9 days after we buried my father.  I prayed for guidance to continue on with my four remaining children, especially my 19 year old daughter Josette, whom was very close to her sister.

Not long after, Josette came to me and told me Rene came to her in a dream with her long shiny dark hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a glistening long, white dress.  Renee told her it was beautiful where she was and she was very happy!

Josette missed her sister so much!  I tried everything including doctors, antidepressants, and therapy but she was inconsolable.  I travelled to Chicago three months later to help my mother bury my Nona (who died on November 17th) and soon after coming home, just before Christmas we lost our beloved Josette.  She put a pistol to her head in our back yard and again my two youngest boys, George and Geno found her body and called me at work wailing uncontrollably!

It was all I could do to cross over the yellow tape surrounding my house with the help of my loved ones, and walk through my front door that felt like the door to hell!  I held out my arms to my boys and we cried in a big heap standing in front of a Christmas tree yet to be decorated.  Josette’s note begged forgiveness and asked us to pray that she find Rene!

Within days of her death I dreamed I was in a large crowded room and Josette told me she could not find Rene.  I saw Rene in the crowd behind her and told Josette to turn around and look.  When she saw Rene she smiled and hugged me telling me “Thanks Mom” and ran to her sister as I woke up.  I knew then that they were together as they had always been!

After burying our beloved Josette we reluctantly decorated the tree.  In past years I would buy the most special ornament for my husband and wrap it for the children to open on Christmas Eve to hang on the tree.  It was a very special time for us!  This year, sadly we had two more ornaments to add to the collection.  Christmas that year was somber as Josette had already bought us gifts.  We hung their ornaments tearfully as we prayed for strength.

Four years passed and by the hardest we adjusted to our involuntary fate and learned to laugh again.  Then I had a dream in which Josette told me we would all be together again for November 17th which was my oldest son Christopher’s birthday.  I interpreted it that they would be there in spirit and looked forward to his birthday with jubilee!  I shared my dream with my closest friends for their interpretations and they agreed with me.  My dream was March 19th 2005 and on April 19th 2005 my Christopher was diagnosed with Stage 4 Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  We were devastated!

Josette always told me she wanted to be my angel and she was now forewarning me of more trials and tribulations to come but also instilling in my faith that there truly was a hereafter despite my silent and sometimes angry objections.

Christopher was tended to by a highly respected oncologist and I took to the health food stores for alternative aid in keeping my son alive.  By August of 2005 after intense treatments of chemotherapy and vitamin regimen, the Dr. was amazed at Christopher’s progress and felt he would go into remission.  We were elated!

Then, August 29th Hurricane Katrina wielded her evil intent upon New Orleans and all our dreams were dashed.  Christopher was in the hospital to receive possibly his last chemotherapy but Katrina had other intentions as she swept across our city and surrounding suburbs bringing normal life as we knew it to a swift halt!  There was but a skeleton crew of nurses and Dr.’s and an influx of patients from surrounding hospitals that were rendered uninhabitable.  There were no sterile fields for Christopher’s infected portable catheter to be replaced and he succumbed after the cancer had time to become immune to the treatments.

I wrestled with the agonizing decision to remove him from the ventilator as advised by the doctors.  Watching him suffer ripped my heart apart.  My mother was angry with me and in denial when his organs began to shut down and there was nothing else I could do but relieve him of his inevitable pain.  He could not talk but I had to ask him one important question and that was had he seen his sisters and Daddy.  Although in a coma he nodded his head vehemently and I believed his every last ounce of strength that it took him to reassure me!

My November 17th passed away quietly with his loved ones surrounding him on October 17th, 2005 at the tender young age of 24 as the room grew brighter than normal for a brief moment.  I knew then that angels surrounded us in a love that was and is INDESCRIBABLE!

My two remaining sons have grown up wise beyond their age and our Christmas tree is now the TRUE meaning of Christmas!

Marla Cerise's sons, George and Geno

There is so much more to tell but is difficult to explain in compact form.

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How the events changed my life: My children, both alive and deceased have given me strength in more ways than one and the courage to look at life with the wine glass half full!  I hope to inspire those who are dealing with tragedies in a positive light so they know that our loved ones are never far away from us…Love is what it’s all about!

Marla Cerise Bio: I was born in Rockford, Illinois and my family moved to New Orleans when I was five.  My mother is from Sicily and my father’s parents are from Stockholm.  I was a medical office manager for 22 years for an ambulatory surgical unit until Hurricane Katrina forced me into retirement.  I sometimes work on our shrimp boat with my (Knight in Shining Armor) husband Will, who has been my rock of Gibraltar throughout the years!

Marla Cerise and her husband Will

I am in the process of writing a book about my family which includes “Our memories of a Haunting.”  I just finished my first novel The Dark Side of New Orleans and hope it will soon be published!  I am very blessed to have a loving and supporting family and hope to live happily ever after in our 107 year old house in Kentwood, Louisiana!

Marla can be reached via e-mail:

ceriseam@bellsouth.net

 

 

Sonia Says: I cannot even put myself in your place with all the tragedies you’ve been through during your lifetime. I am also thinking of your sons, George and Geno, what they went through and saw during their childhood. You amaze me with your strength to continue and I am grateful that you found a wonderful man, Will, to take care of you and your sons. I wish you all the best, and thank you for being so open to share your life.

Please leave your comments for Marla below. She’ll be over to answer them. Thanks.

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