Author: Jo Ann Fore

There are many milestones in life for a woman—first date, engagement and marriage, becoming a mother, sending our little ones off to school. But nothing compares to the “perfect storm” that brews at fifty years of age. Most women (at 50) experience “empty nest,” while facing peri-menopause. No matter how well prepared you think you […]

Guest post by Beth Jones   Recently I bought Jo Ann Fore’s journal, Write Where It Hurts. When it arrived, I thumbed through it with excitement. The glossy cover was beautifully decorated in green, my favorite color, and the pages were a crisp white. The journal extended an immediate invitation: Grab your black, ultra-fine Sharpie and write […]

Guest post by Kate Powers   Most of my life I struggled with self-confidence issues. I grew up believing our family troubles were my fault, that I was too fat to be loved, and that I was a terrible writer. These false beliefs were stirred by the opinions of others that I took on as […]

Guest Post by Jack Watts Father, The wounds from my abuse run deep, Creating shame, anger, and an Overwhelming sense of worthlessness That enervates every area of my life. With my mouth, I refuse to admit That this is how I see myself, But in the recesses of my soul, I wonder if my abusers are […]

Guest post by Lisa Buffaloe The Old Idaho State Penitentiary first opened its doors in 1870 and continued to operate until 1973. During the years of operation housed 13,000 convicts, one of which was Harry Orchard. Orchard began his sentence in 1908 after being convicted of the assassination of a former governor of Idaho. Years […]

Guest post by Kim McKinney Recently widowed Kim McKinney allows us an intimate glimpse into the grief process. Today we are honored to share snippets of Kim’s journaling during the devastating loss of her husband. A very authentic example of writing where it hurts, one which I hope encourages you to face any unresolved pain which may […]

Guest post by Cindie Thomas Our hearts should be broken by the things that break the heart of God. God’s word tells us so. But I must admit the sight of a prostitute walking the streets of my hometown would not have broken my heart a few years ago. “It’s their choice,” I decided, without […]

Guest post by Joyce Harrell Do you ever get news that should really be bad news, but somewhere inside you rejoice? A few days ago, on a Friday afternoon when everyone was gearing down their week to start the weekend, I received such news. I had clocked in enough time for the week; I decided […]