Soon the stars will be falling down to rescue us.

The poetry, rages, and observations of a veteran social worker who has worked with almost every sort of population, seen birth and death and all the stuff in between. Saturday, October 14, 2017. A reaching out across the divide of a coffee table and a blue rag rug, a pot of stress balls and a bowl of mints and of course tissues. In this space I am not the expert but the witness to the story, the one whose privilege it is to hear it, to sit and know with every fiber of .

To Write is to Believe. I am strong because I am weak. I am beautiful because I know my flaws. I am a lover because I am a fighter. I am fearless because I have been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. Fear of the past repeating in the future. If you want to be happy,. You must create it yourself.

Monday, November 30, 2009. Thursday, September 17, 2009. Blog for quite a while. After many years of struggles and then placing her first daughter into the arms of our Father, the world smiled again one morning last January as 2 pink lines appeared. From what I know ea.

If I could travel back in time, I would. Copy, Fill in the Blanks and then paste as your co. Before I came into the truth, I felt like a mouse . It was revealed to them that they were not serving themselves but you, when they spoke of the things that had now being told you by those who had preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from Heaven.