Jerri Hines

There are some people who pass through our lives quietly, without fanfare, and yet leave footprints so deep they can never be washed away. Jackie was one of those rare souls. At eighty-six, she had lived a life rich in wisdom, compassion, and generosity, and though she is gone now, I know there will never be a day I do not carry her kindness with me. Jackie came into my life not simply as a fellow writer, but as something far greater—a steady hand in a storm, a voice of calm when the world became cruel. In the world of Indie publishing, where friendships can sometimes prove fragile under pressure, Jackie showed me what true loyalty looks like. There was a season in my writing life when I became the target of a vicious troll attack. What began as one cruel voice grew into many, a pack mentality fueled by malice and cowardice. It was one of the hardest times I have ever endured as an author. The attacks were relentless, and the hurt cut deeper than I ever expected. What wounded me most w...