After Larry left for Vietnam, my psychiatrist in Lubbock, Texas, told me I could get better faster if I went to The Menninger Clinic in Topeka, Kansas. When he discharged me from the Psychiatric Unit at Methodist, Hospital in Lubbock, I moved to Seminole to live with Mother until a room was available at Menninger. Laura, almost two years old, stayed with her babysitter in Lubbock. My Clinical Depression was so severe I couldn’t take care of her. Mother was a teacher. She left me in bed every … [Read more...]
Where the Water Meets the Sand Wins Gold in Prestigious Benjamin Franklin Awards
Where the Water Meets the Sand Wins Gold in Prestigious Benjamin Franklin Awards San Antonio, April 20, 2017 — Where the Water Meets the Sand, by Dr. Tyra Manning was selected as winner of the Gold Award for best memoir in the 2017 Benjamin Franklin Awards™. Administered by the Independent Book Publishers Association (IBPA), the Benjamin Franklin Awards have been regarded as one of the highest national honors for small and independent publishers for nearly 30 years. From close to 1,400 … [Read more...]
3 Updates: Scholarship, Success and Strawberries
The last few weeks have been full of teaching, learning, and enjoying life’s small and sweet successes. 1. Last Thursday the wonderful staff at The Twig Bookshop in San Antonio (located at the famous Pearl Brewery, 200 E. Grayson) hosted one of my first Writing to Heal Workshops. I truly enjoyed the writers who attended and I was reminded how much I enjoy teaching. What fun, especially with such motivated participants! 2. I received some wonderful compliments about my book in the past … [Read more...]
A Lifelong Journey – my personal story
My name is Tyra Manning and I am a grateful survivor. My story is one of recovery redemption and love. My new memoir, Where the Water Meets the Sand is that story. It is the story of my own personal journey, the story of falling in love with 1st Lt. James Larry Hull when we were young college students in Lubbock, Texas, marrying Larry and my struggles with mental illness after he deployed to Vietnam in 1970. I feared I would lose Larry, like I had lost my dad who died of a heart attack when I … [Read more...]
LET GO OF THE ROPE!
My Uncle Sonny was the real deal, the epitome of a southern cowboy. Late in his teens, he left to ride the rodeo circuit and only returned home after he’d broken both legs. Folks said he could tame any horse he met, a real horse whisperer. He was the gentlest, kindest man I knew as a child. I’m sure the horses could sense it, too. Mother always said my grandfather PaPa had no use for horses. He said they ate tons of food and didn’t pull their weight on the farm. He was terribly disappointed … [Read more...]
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