pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses, Imagine running in cold dry air at 7,000 feet. You suck in the air but you can't get enough. You lie down on the rocky dirt and someone sits on your chest. You can't breathe. You can't stop shaking and you're dry-ice cold.

You most likely know someone who lost a child. I have friends whose daughters died in car accidents. Even though I cried with them, I didn't feel their pain. It's a closed club that only surviving parents know.

Perhaps you lost your grandparent, a parent, or a beloved pet. Nothing compares to the death of your child.

You want to smash things. Not slap - smash big things like table lamps, windows, TVs, computers, and cars.

Instead of sleeping pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses,

. You can't stop shaking and you're dry-ice cold.

You most likely know someone who lost a child. I have friends whose daughters died in car accidents. Even though I cried with them, I didn't feel their pain. It's a closed club that only surviving parents know.

Perhaps you lost your grandparent, a parent, or a beloved pet. Nothing compares to the death of your child.

You want to smash things. Not slap - smash big things like table lamps, windows, TVs, computers, and cars.

Instead of sleeping pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses,

ied with them, I didn't feel their pain. It's a closed club that only surviving parents know.

Perhaps you lost your grandparent, a parent, or a beloved pet. Nothing compares to the death of your child.

You want to smash things. Not slap - smash big things like table lamps, windows, TVs, computers, and cars.

Instead of sleeping pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses,

mpares to the death of your child.

You want to smash things. Not slap - smash big things like table lamps, windows, TVs, computers, and cars.

Instead of sleeping pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses,

pills and happy pills, I write. Writing became my addiction. But because it's hard to concentrate, I wrote blogs. Keyword blogs on Google's Blogger, like "flipping houses, Design Psychology, home makeovers, fixing houses, selling houses, glorious gardens," and one for my daughter Sara. Some of my posts became articles. Others, like the one about 911 never answering, were not backed up.

I posted many other authors articles on my blogs. I uploaded pictures and cartoons to make the blogs more interesting. Hundreds of people subscribed to my blogs. The high page rank of the blogs helped my websites. I helped my author friends create blogs to promote their websites.

Someone broke into my Blogger Dashboard (control panel) and deleted my blogs. Not only my blogs, but some of my friends that I contributed to. Blogger Support managed to rescue one o