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I asked God to show me that I was capable of learning.   He told me to go to on a journey.   Afraid and alone, I went to California with an aching in my heart.   She took a wrong turn and my path was blocked.   In despair I cried, “I can’t do this, it’s too hard, I don’t know how.”   An angel appeared with light brown skin, messy hair and giant breasts swimming in po…

Courage…That is the word I keep whispering to myself. What do I fear most? I regularly fear embarrassing myself, mostly because sometimes there are no speed bumps between my thoughts and my lips. Fortunately or unfortunately folks usually know what my opinion is. I regularly fear that I don’t have the intangible tools necessary to nurture and encourage each of my children to become independent, confident, caring, joyful, responsible, resourceful peop…

In April '07 my mother was diagnosed with Heredity Spastic Paraplegia.   Don't sweat it if you don't know what that means. The diagnosis will probably change the next time I wrestle her to the neurologist.   But what it meant to her was that by law she can no longer hurl along the highways and byways in her Dodge V-8.   She needed to either find a driver or alter her driving mechanism.  She chose the later. Hence, I find myself sitting in a waiting …