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Winner of the August “My Gutsy Story” contest

September 13, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

Congratulations to Laura Dennis, winner of the August “My Gutsy Story” contest who succeeded in getting 122 votes from all her fans. I also want to congratulate Sharon Melton Lippincott in second place, as well as Heidi Morrell and Barbara Ehrentreu for sharing their inspiring stories.

Laura Dennis, 1st Place

 Laura Dennis
Congratulation to Laura Dennis.

Sonia Marsh Says: Laura, what a thought-provoking story about being both the adoptive mother, the adopted child and the birth mother.

Sharon Melton Lippincott

 Sharon Melton Lippincott takes 2nd place.

Sonia Marsh Says: Your story is about taking risks, even though you might be risking disapproval and/or disappointment with a family member. As Samantha White commented, “We can find it within ourselves every time we choose to break a pattern of behavior.”

Heidi Morrell

Heidi Morrell, came in 3rd place.

Sonia Marsh Says: Heidi Morell is a true inspiration to all of us, especially when we take our health for granted. Heidi has MSA and reminds us to “appreciate what we have right now,” and that, “it can always be worse.”

Barbara Ehrentreu 4th place winner.

Sonia Marsh Says: Barbara Ehrentreu shared her beautiful story of the power of love, and how her “gutsy” decision at twenty, was the right one for her.

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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 Laura Dennis, 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?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

Two September stories are up. So far we have Tom Cirignano  “My Gutsy Story” and Tracy Leigh Ball “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.

 Sonia Marsh is on her virtual blog tour this month.

Please check out these wonderful ladies who have hosted me on their blogs, and tomorrow 9-14-12, I shall be on My Rite of Passage, Belinda Nicoll’s blog.

8-31-12 Sonia’s 1st interview with author Susan Pohlman on Expat Chat

9-3-12 Sonia’s 2nd interview with Shirley Showalter on 100 memoirs

9-7-12  Sonia’s 3rd Interview with Muriel Demarcus onFrenchYummyMummy.com watch our Hangout video.

9-14-12 Sonia’s 4th Interview with Belinda Nicoll on her blog, My Rite of Passage

“My Gutsy Story” Tracy Leigh Ball

September 10, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

Trip to Nowhere: An Unforgettable Journey

            As I look back throughout those memories of Nashville, the hard lessons I have learned then and along the way have made me truly thankful for each and every step that I have had to take to make me who I am today. Nashville did not change me but the events surrounding my life at that time, did. However, this does not excuse any parent from the idea that it is alright to send their child out into the world alone without supervision, to live out a dream, whether it be their dream or the child’s dream; and not expect there to be consequences to follow. Do not be naive to the idea that nothing will happen to your child because things do happen and if you think closing your mind to such thoughts will make you feel better, guess again!

I saw horrible things at age sixteen that no child should have to ever witness, I saw kids my own age walking the streets with guitars hanging off their backs, begging for food, waiting for the chance to be heard, to be discovered, only to be ignored, walked over, passed by, and I often wonder how many of those innocent souls made it out alive.

One afternoon, a man came into town claiming to be a talent scout out of Nashville, Tennessee. His name was J.T. Willy. My parents talked it over with me and asked if I wanted to audition for this man and that they would be willing to allow me to do so. My heart was pumping because this was a chance of a lifetime for me. I wanted to go to Nashville and I felt I was ready, so my dad made the phone call and this gentleman and his wife showed up at our doorstep. He was a big man, not much to speak of. He was a smooth talker and his wife was mousy and did not say too much. He made himself comfortable in my parents’ living room, while I sang my heart out for him. J.T was also a singer and he sounded just like Johnny Cash, and after I was finished, he complimented me and told my parents “I can make this young lady a star.” He then invited us to a place in Madison, Wisconsin where he was performing with some friends and wanted to see how I would do with a live audience and my parents agreed. When we arrived, there was another man present, his name was Casey. After being introduced, I was then thrown up on stage with the band and again, I sang my heart out without fear, capturing my audience without incidence.

Here is where the problems began; my parents were told they had to pay $250.00 upfront in order to confirm my position within the company. We then signed a contract without any lawyer present, which is an absolute no-no. My parents believed that what they were doing for me was a good thing and had no idea the contract was bogus and just for show.

My first road trip was to Bismarck, North Dakota with J.T and his wife. My Second trip, J.T. decided to send me out with Casey to Redwood, Minnesota to perform for a week with a band and I ended up coming home three days after because Casey tried to take advantage of me in a hotel room and when I denied his advances, he dumped me with the band and left. The band put me on a bus and sent me home. You can imagine how horrifying it would be for a sixteen- year-old to have to encounter this type of situation and be far from home.

Nashville bound! A dream of a lifetime, or so I thought. Once I arrived, my nightmare began. One lie after another and the so called company was office space they rented on Music Row above another Record company. They had a cot set up in a spare office for me to sleep in. Months had gone by and nothing, I went into the recording studio and recorded Hey Big Man, and Baby With You…but later found out that all I did was record my voice over someone else’s. When I started demanding answers, and wanting to do more, they became frustrated with me, in return they sent me on a bogus trip to Florida, informing me that this was a hotel circuit job. I had no idea it was a one way ticket to nowhere.

I arrived back in Nashville to a locked building with an eviction notice. I was ditched. I decided I had to fight back and survive and I did just that. I hid my luggage, walked the streets, worked in a soup kitchen, and survived. There is more to this story but the main point is never sending your child away with someone you barely know.

Make sure you do your homework first before you dive into something that you think looks really good. What happened to me has happened to many others and I am sure my story sounds cliché. I am leaving so much out and what this did to me years ago. The self esteem issues I dealt with, feeling like a failure and loosing the one dream I lived for the most. I had to walk away from singing forever. I buried these memories for many years because it hurt too much! Nashville is the place to go to showcase your talents, but in the heart of it all, the darker side is rarely seen unless you actually have lived it. Trust me it is not as glorious as it seems!

I am sharing my story today so that I can help prevent others from doing the same thing my parents did. I am over the blame game as it should be now. But I was only sixteen! What did I know?

 

Tracy Leigh Ball Bio:

Tracy Leigh Ball was born and raised in the beautiful state of Wisconsin and still reside there today.  Currently a full time student earning her BA in English at Ashford University, Tracy plans to become a Teacher of Creative Writing. Tracy is a published author of 4 books; three poetry: Expressions of Life,

Silent Whispers: Poetry from the Soul, and Dancing with Words, and her first Fiction/Mainstream novel:

The Disappearance of Vera Dressler.

Tracy hopes to one day run and maintain her own magazine strictly for writers of all genres and she hopes to teach all ages about writing, and inspire everyone to believe in their dream of becoming published authors. Everyone has a story to tell, it is how you present that story that will forever form the relationship between you and the reader. Tracy believes that anyone can tap into their creative side if they just believe!

You can connect with Tracy on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, and finally the PenAndPaperWorld Poetry Site

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Sonia Marsh Says:

I can only imagine the emotions you must have gone through, from the moment T.J. complimented you and told your parents “I can make this young lady a star,” to the incident with Casey trying to take advantage of you in a hotel room. As you say, “I am sharing my story today so that I can help prevent others from doing the same thing my parents did.”

Thank you for making parents aware of what happens when you send your child away to become a “star” without taking the necessary legal steps and more.

Please leave your comments for Tracy below, and she will be over to answer them.

Don’t forget to vote for your favorite August, “My Gutsy Story.” You have until September 12th to vote and the winner will be announced on September 13th. Please go to the sidebar to VOTE and click on your favorite story of the month. Thanks, and please share with your favorite social media buttons below.
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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

An honest quick “chat” with Sonia

September 6, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

Sonia Marsh having fun at her book launch

An “old” blogger friend wrote to me the other day and said something that made me think:

“I would very much like to hear more from YOU. Yes, you’ve shared bits about the book launch, but what is happening to Sonia? What is Sonia thinking and feeling? “

So in honor of  Rob-bear, I am going to answer his questions:

  • I am living on an adrenaline rush these days.
  • I love what I’m doing but it’s exhausting.
  • Cookie, my rat terrier isn’t getting as many walks as she used to.
  • Unfortunately I don’t have as much time to respond to my friends’ e-mails as I used to.
  • Like many of my writer friends, I’m online as soon as I wake up.
  • I would like to set up an office in my son’s bedroom now that he’s left home. I think a splash of yellow paint on the walls, colorful drapes and flowers on my desk, would make my office a relaxing space for me.
  • This evening I have an event in Dana Point at 5 pm  with Tom Blake.
  • Saturday at Peet’s Coffee with some nice raffle prizes.
  • I have a book signing event at Laguna Playhouse next week, which I’m looking forward to, thanks to Michelle Bendetti for setting up.
  • I’m on a virtual blog tour with some wonderful people who are hosting me. I know they are patiently waiting for me to answer their questions.

I’ve done two so far:

Sonia’s 1st interview with author Susan Pohlman on Expat Chat 8-31-12

Sonia’s 2nd interview with Shirley Showalter on 100 memoirs 9-3-12

I shall be on FrenchYummyMummy.com with Muriel Demarcus, a French expat in London, tomorrow. Come watch our Hangout video.

Thank you Rob-bear for letting me share what’s going on in my life. It’s all good.

I have included some of my local events, and hope to meet you in person at one of them.

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Don’t forget to vote for your favorite August, “My Gutsy Story.” You have until September 12th to vote and the winner will be announced on September 13th. Please go to the sidebar to VOTE and click on your favorite story of the month. Thanks, and please share with your favorite social media buttons below.
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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

“My Gutsy Story” by Tom Cirignano

September 3, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

(A Note from Sonia Marsh) I started my virtual blog tour on August 31st. I shall be interviewed by bloggers around the world during September and October. I hope you visit these creative bloggers as many are authors and experts in their fields.
Please hop over to:

Sonia’s 1st interview with author Susan Pohlman on Expat Chat 8-31-12

Sonia’s 2nd Interview with Shirley Showalter on 100 memoirs 9-3-12

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A Boston TV show, “New England Magazine,” featured a story about an ultralight aircraft that was easy to fly, and no pilot’s license was needed to fly it. Instantly, I knew I had to have one.

With instruction, I learned to fly the twin-engine, single-seat aircraft at the field where I purchased it.

The flight manual specified a minimum runway length of three hundred “unobstructed” feet; in other words, a football field. But, I was determined to find a way to fly it from somewhere close to home, where I wouldn’t have to dismantle and transport it.

Tom Cirignano with his ultralight

A Little League baseball diamond that was a few hundred feet from our home was nowhere near three hundred feet long in itself, but it bordered the waterfront where there was a drop-off to the ocean. I figured, “If I get the wheels off the ground before I reach the seawall, I will be just fine heading out over the open water.”

Coming in for a landing on that small field would be tricky, but I decided to worry about that later. I always felt that if I overanalyzed everything I wanted to do, I would eventually talk myself out of taking any chances in life. Besides, I was confident that I could pull this off.

That morning, my young bride slept in, deciding she wouldn’t watch what she considered an ill-advised take-off attempt. She actually used stronger words than that when I told her what I was planning to do. But nonetheless, she raised her head off the pillow and whispered, “Have a good flight.”

Quite a group of friends and neighbors gathered at the field to watch me launch the plane and render moral support. I started the two engines and strapped myself in with the seatbelt, shoulder harness, and put on my helmet. It was time to go for it. I gave both engines full throttle. My friends guided the wing until I got moving.

It was as if everything happened in slow motion. The engines roared loudly, and I was going faster and faster. The end of the field, and the ocean, were approaching, but I still was not in the air. But, I was mentally committed. I knew I could make it!

My friends were all yelling, “Shut it down! Shut it down!” They thought I wasn’t going to make it off the ground. I had dreamt about trying this for way too long. I wasn’t about to shut anything down.

Just feet from the edge of the seawall, the front wheel lifted off! I was airborne, and smiling! Gaining altitude, I glanced below me at the jagged rocks passing harmlessly under my butt. I felt I had safely achieved my goal as I reached twenty and then thirty feet of altitude.

Suddenly, a sick feeling set in. You know—the feeling that takes over your gut the moment you realize things are about to go downhill fast. As I got out over the cold seawater, I felt a sinking sensation, in more ways than one. I failed to consider a basic fundamental of flight. Air over warm fields rises, but air over cold ocean water falls, causing down-drafts.

Losing altitude, my heart sank with disappointment. There was nothing I could do. I realized it was hopeless. I was going to crash.

If I hit the water with those propellers spinning at thousands of RPM’s, they would shatter into pieces, possibly hurting or killing me. I shut down both engines just prior to hitting the water and took a really deep breath.

Because the heavy engines were mounted up high, behind my head, the aircraft instantly flipped upside down and sank like a rock to the bottom, coming to rest on the ocean floor. Hanging upside down, I was strapped into my shoulder harness and seatbelt, wearing my helmet. Under ten to twelve feet of ice cold water, I knew if I panicked while fumbling to undo all the clasps of my safety gear, I was a goner. Still holding my breath, I thought to myself, “Everything better go smoothly.”

While underwater and restrained, time stood still. I experienced an eerie feeling of total aloneness, much different from the euphoric, all alone feeling I had expected to enjoy while flying. In the darkness, I blindly searched for the release clasps and easily found them. It was something I had practiced, just in case the need ever arose. I undid my shoulder restraints first and then my seatbelt. All buckles and straps released without a problem and I swam away from my seat.

Attempting to surface, I found myself trapped under the fabric wing, so I dove back down and swam to the side until I could safely surface. That was a move I remembered from reading a section in my flight manual, titled, “In the event of a water landing.”

My friends began clapping when my helmet popped through the surface of the water. I was surprised to see everyone nice and dry on shore, just watching. Nobody was rushing to assist me.

Wearing a long face, I walked home by myself to get rope. At the house, I checked on my wife.  She raised her head off her pillow, saw me soaked from head to toe, and smiled. She simple stated, “How was your flight?” It was her way of saying, “I told you that was a stupid idea,” I returned her smile, saying, “I’ll fill you in after I get the plane out of the ocean.”

Feeling quite downhearted back at the field, I dove in and tied the rope to the plane. My friends dragged it out of the bay. Once home, I flushed and washed everything out with fresh water. Then, just to be safe, I decided to ship both engines back to the factory and have them rebuilt with the “high performance upgrade” that I originally opted not to pay for. Those few extra horsepower would have kept me in the air.

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Tom Cirignano Bio:
Thomas M. Cirignano was born in Dorchester, Ma., in 1952. As a young man, he moved to South Boston to take over the family’s auto repair business. While living and working in Southie, Tom experienced, first-hand, the unbridled crime and violence related to Mobster Whitey Bulger’s reign of terror. During the years of “Forced Busing,” Tom lived directly across the street from South Boston High School and saw the resulting violence unfold right on his doorstep. He survived the stress and violence related to running a filling station in the heart of Southie during the oil embargo and gas shortages of the 1970s.
Thomas Cirignano studied journalism. He has been a contributing writer and served as an advisory member on the New Bedford Standard-Times Editorial Board. He is a certified scuba diver, ultralight aircraft pilot, has owned several motorcycles, and loves boating. 
Tom is the author of two books.
The Constant Outsider: Memoirs of a South Boston Mechanic, and
       67 Cents: Creation of a Killer.   Both titles are available in print, and on Amazon Kindle.

You can find his books on his website. Please join his Facebook page

Sonia Marsh Says: Tom, this truly shows the “Gutsy” side of a young man who just goes for it. Thankfully your mishap ended well, and your new bride had you back home, although it sounds like you tried again with more powerful engines.

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Don’t forget to vote for your favorite August, “My Gutsy Story.” You have until September 12th to vote and the winner will be announced on September 13th. Please go to the sidebar to VOTE and click on your favorite story of the month. Thanks, and please share with your favorite social media buttons below.
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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

Vote for your favorite August “My Gutsy Story”

August 31, 2012 by Sonia Marsh

 

This month we have 4 wonderful stories to vote for.

Apologies for being one day late this month, but I had my book launch yesterday and you can view all photos here.

Heidi Morell: is a true inspiration to all of us, especially when we take our health for granted. Heidi has MSA and reminds us to “appreciate what we have right now,” and that, “it can always be worse.”

Heidi Morell

 

Sharon Melton Lippincott: paints a picture of her strong-willed Grandma Rene, and how she stood up for what you wanted, defying convention. During the process, she enabled Grandma Rene to show her softer side.

Sharon Melton Lippincott

 

Barbara Ehrentreu:  Shares a story of the power of love, and how her “gutsy” decision at twenty, was the right one.

Barbara Ehrentreu

 

Laura Dennis: Brings up some interesting questions about being both the adoptive mother, the adopted child and the birth mother. She asks the question, “When did your adoptive mom become a mother?”

Laura Dennis

Please check out their websites by clicking on their names above.

You each get ONE VOTE, and please share with your friends and bloggers so the winner can pick his/her prize from our list of sponsors.

The voting starts August 31st until September 12th and the winner will be announced on September 13th. Please go to the sidebar to VOTE and click on your favorite story of the month. Thanks, and please share with your favorite social media buttons below.
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Do you have a “My Gutsy Story” you’d like to share?

To submit your own, “My Gutsy Story” you can find all the information, and our sponsors on the “My Gutsy Story” contest page. (VIDEO) Submission guidelines here.

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