The Author

LORI ARMSTRONG

My primary focus is to WRITE FOR CHANGE & write relatable & REALISTIC experiences that can help others get through this thing called life with peace, humor & acceptance

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When memory fades, dignity and voice can fade with it—unless someone chooses to speak up. Floating Peaches is a powerful and deeply personal account of one daughter’s journey through her mother’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis, and a call for all of us to become advocates for those who can no longer advocate for themselves.

Unflinching in its honesty, this book does not shy away from the darkness of the disease—the confusion, the loss, the slow unraveling. Yet within that reality, it offers something just as important: moments of wisdom, unexpected joy, and even laughter that carry you through when nothing else can.

Through firsthand experience, the author shares practical tools, emotional insight, and hard-earned strength for navigating the overwhelming path of caregiving. This is not a polished or distant perspective—it is real, raw, and grounded in love.

Floating Peaches offers a realistic approach to facing devastating news while learning how to endure it with grace. It reminds us that even in the hardest seasons, connection, compassion, and resilience can still take root.

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About Lori

Bettering the World with Words

Lori left her career in the legal field to follow a path rooted in purpose—writing stories that spark awareness, challenge perspective, and inspire change. She is the author of five books, each shaped by a deeper intention: to give voice to topics often misunderstood or overlooked.

Her four-book children’s series, The Adventures of Bubbly Jock Jack, centers on courage, kindness, and self-awareness. Through imaginative storytelling, the series explores how to handle bullying, embrace differences, introduce conversations around plant-based living, and quiet the negative voices in our minds. Lori turned to children’s writing as a way to create something lighter and more healing after years of working in true crime for local news.

Her Confessions of an Underdog series begins with Over My Dead Body, a psychological thriller inspired by real-life events, layered with unexpected twists. At its core, the story delivers a powerful message: no matter how toxic a relationship may become, the power to leave—and how you choose to do so—can change your life. Awareness and self-preservation are everything.

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THE BLOOM COLUMN

Little Things Mean A Lot

It started like most mornings do now—slow, uncertain, and already heavy before anything had happened. The TV was on before I walked into the room. It always is. The volume low, the light flickering across the walls, a kind of constant presence she clings to. Her bed is the other. Between the two of them, her world has become smaller, safer maybe, but also harder to leave. She was lying on her side, facing the screen, her body still in that way that makes it hard to tell if sh

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I Can’t Catch My Voice- When Words Failed Her

It did not begin with a diagnosis. It began with memory of her. Her mental illness arrived slowly enough that, at first, it seemed like ordinary aging. She misplaced things. She repeated a question she had asked only minutes before. We laughed sometimes, gently, the usual way families do when something petty goes slightly wrong. It was comfortable then to believe that nothing serious had begun. But over time the forgetting widened like an acre of vacant land that multiplied i

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Smoke

The smoke arrives first—not thick, not choking, just a thread of it, a memory made visible, curling through the still air of a room that has already learned how to hold its breath. My hand is in hers. Her skin, paper-thin, folds around my fingers like something already halfway gone, and yet—still here, still warm, still answering when I squeeze. We don’t speak. We’ve learned not to interrupt what comes. Her eyes shift before anything else does, not searching, just knowing wh

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