At
the age of seven, I began writing. My mother typed all my “masterpieces”, while
I stood next to her. I was raised in the country and collected animals from
every corner of Star Thistle Ranch. Since then, my passions have been writing
and animals.
In 1996, I married and toward the end of 1997, welcomed Spencer, our
son. My husband traveled for business and during this time, I rescued an array
of farm animals, all the while continuing to write short true stories, run our
ranch and raise our son. The animals provided an abundance of love and effort,
as well as life lessons. However, with 32 animals for which to care, along with
my infant son, in time I felt overwhelmed. I continued my writing for therapy,
comfort and companionship. It was within these stories, I found myself.
In 2001, while caring for my dying
mother, she made a request. Asking if I would put the 19 stories I began
writing in 2000 into bound form, I promised I would. In December of 2005, this promise
was fulfilled. Walking out of the print shop, I waved copies of my tiny teal book,
And Then There Was One, into the air for
my mother to see.
My husband and I divorced toward the
end of 2002. My alimony ended Christmas day 2005 and by that night, I was frantic
with itchy hives from head to toe. I telephoned my aunt Audrey, who walked me
through the day’s events, unfolding my financial terror. Together, she and I devised a plan to get me
over this financial hurdle. I sold my alpaca herd and put this money into
investments for Spencer’s and my future. Shortly thereafter, the tractor and
its nine implements were sold, along with the horse trailer and every other piece
of unused ranch equipment in the barn. After that, I sold my fun, yet
unnecessary Jeep Wrangler and motorcycle. The time came to trade in the Land
Rover for a truck.
By 2007, another source of income
was interrupted. I continued supporting Spencer, our animals, the ranch and
myself with my savings until it was depleted in early November of 2008. With
desperation, tossing and turning at night became the norm. I felt like an old
woman at the age of 48. Were my prayers to Dear God and The Universe heard?
Sending nearly all 100 copies of my
first book, And Then There Was One around the world, I believed someone could use my efforts. The
telephone did not ring; no letters arrived in my mailbox and there were no
e-mail responses. I questioned whether I should continue following my heart.
Now filled with doubt, I gave up when one final
person said I would never make it as a writer and rancher. I was told to consider
the welfare of Spencer and sell my ranch. Only Spencer continued believing in me.
However, behind his back, I began making plans to leave the ranch life we love.
In late November of 2008, friend
came over with her son. While she and I walked pastures visiting the animals, the
boys chased each other up and down the hills. My friend had never pet a bull or
wild Mustang. She said this was certainly the perfect place to raise Spencer.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I told her I had an appointment to put the ranch up
for sale. She grabbed my arm and told me to cancel the appointment immediately;
this decision was wrong and she knew it.
She said to get all my bills,
statements and a pad of paper. With a pen flying across the paper, she wrote down
everything I owed and eventually discovered monies! I had a few more months to come
up with another action plan.
That night, I slept with a renewed
sense of faith. I knew I had valuable information to share on topics such as
discrimination, health, illness, abuse, animals, murder, spirits, difficult
labor delivery, suicide, child safety, relationships, religion, hope, learning
disabilities, vaccination damage, death, perseverance, traveling, angels, cancer,
veal and animal communication.
Toward the end of December I had two
more books nearly completed. Thrilled with my accomplished goals, I hoped the time arrived for my long-awaited
success. As I sat in my mother’s rocking chair, I envisioned a scenario happening
Christmas morning 2008.
The telephone would begin ringing with the calls I had been waiting for. As I gazed
at the Caller ID on my telephone, I answered, “Hello, Oprah. I’ve been waiting
for your call.” After hanging up with Oprah, the telephone rang again and it
was Jenny McCarthy responding to my story, “The Vaccinate Debate.” Jenny wanted
to pay me handsomely for my story! After hanging up with Jenny, the telephone
rang again and it was Bruce Springsteen! He let me know the story of my
brother’s suicide finally made it to him; he wants to make this story into a
song! He asked whether I had more he
could use.
I was ecstatic hearing from Ellen DeGeneres, who will
bring her television crew to Lone Pine Ranch for an interview. Speaking with Brad
Pitt and Angelina Jolie on the next call received, I learned I was right; they
loved the story of “Shiloh ”, my bull. Ron Howard called saying he is trying to
decide which one – or more of my stories will make the movie scene! I needed
help spreading the word of my vital messages and the messengers heard me. My
dream of writing for the stars came to fruition. In just 41 years, I was an
overnight success.
In my mind’s eye, by the end of Christmas Day, my
heart was full-filled, having talked with all the incredible people who had, in
fact, received my book. As I tucked Spencer in bed that night and kissed him, I
slowly walked down the hallway to my bedroom. I crawled into bed, thanking Dear
God, my mother, my brother and my heavenly stars above. I apologized for having
lost faith.
I am proud to be an author, farm animal rescue
rancher and a single mother to Spencer. Everything I love is at my fingertips;
surrounded by a close-knit family of friends. That Christmas night being
Deborah, the Dreamer, I slept like the seven-year-old girl, who was brought out
in me that day.
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