“My Family’s Slave”

"She lived with us for 56 years. She raised me and my siblings without pay. I was 11, a typical American kid, before I realized who she was." This morning I woke early. That is if you consider 4am to be early (I do). My body was telling me it's time to get up, but... Continue Reading →

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AND now, the new Leather Bound Journal 3 of 3

So this is how it begins. Today, I begin a 'new' page in my journaling life. It's not your typical journal, in that I'm writing it for myself, but sharing it with family, friends, peers and a few others. (You, the reader, get to decide which category in which you fall.) No, I will not... Continue Reading →

Leather Bound Journal, too 2 of 3

This is a follow-on from the 1st Blog post. How many times is one allowed to 're-start' a journal? This is the question I asked myself this morning when I read an email from Marc and Angel Hack Life. It's practical tips to productive living. The email was titled "5 Things my Grandmother Told Me Before... Continue Reading →

Leather Bound Journal 1 of 3

I'm forever jotting stuff down on index cards, in tiny books, on paper scraps, hoping to capture a moment in time. Something that I want to remember and recall quickly. The challenge is, I start with good intentions and then 'life gets in the way'.  I recently moved into a new home and created, for... Continue Reading →

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