Since I was young, I’ve had an affinity for reading the biographies of famous, historical figures that recount their struggles and how they overcame challenges in their lives.
I despaired and was heartbroken when my son was diagnosed with a genetic disorder, Waardenburg syndrome. The genetic condition causes him to be profoundly hearing-impaired with premature gray hair. As his mother, I went through several invasive surgeries with him during his growing-up years. Coping with the emotional turmoil and accepting the challenges of raising a special child led me to become more sensitive to other people’s struggles and their personal stories.
Through my own personal heartrending experience and over twenty years working as an optometrist, I have discovered that every individual has a unique soul, traveling along the journey in his or her life with an amazing story to tell. I also learned to appreciate that almost everyone has a “heroic” nature and inspiring stories to share, regardless of background or status. I want to write stories about love, hope, and everyday heroes. Tough Scratches is just one of them.
Most of us can relate to the main characters in the story of Tough Scratches to a certain extent.
Tough Scratches, Book One: Love, the Tangled Knot revolves around the love between Kayla and Russell; how the beautiful, innocent young love is steered off course due to unplanned actions and devastating decisions.
Tough Scratches, Book Two: Finding the Path deals with love, relationship, and family.
Kayla has great inner strength and a fearless nature but still has her vulnerabilities; she is imperfect, just like all of us. On the other hand, Russell is a responsible young man, yet his split-second, unwise decision and male ego jeopardizes their relationship.
There are various facets of love beyond the “romantic” love displayed throughout the entire story of Tough Scratches. Also, there are discussions among readers regarding how far love should go; how much and how long a couple should endure hardship, heartaches, tragedies, and countless disappointments before letting go. Does so-called “non-possessive love” exist in real life?