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I came across an interesting post by Crystal Otto called  Leggings and Memoirs. She mentions this book How to Become a Heroic Writer By Jerry Waxler. I find it interesting and it sounds like it will help me write my memoirs without fear of hurting anyone. Crystal said to have confidence and write what you please. When you write what you please, it works better than trying to please others. This is true in life itself. I commented on her post: Connie Koehler said... Thank you, Crystal. This post has reassured me. I like that you said, "...so just please yourself!" I, we, are more, so much more, than our leggings. I will continue to wear whatever I please, and I will continue to write whatever I please. We all have a story to tell. Once, a counselor told me to write down my feelings no matter how awkward, silly, or stupid I think it sounds. At the end of the week we went over my journal of feelings. I never knew all that stuff she pointed out about me. That ex

Hurricane Dorian has decided to move up the east coast. He has naturally pruned with his winds. He has naturally given water. Humans will do better during hurricanes if they build their structures for living and working into compatible dwellings. Do not build homes and businesses on the beach. Use tires, sandbags, strong cob materials to build strong structures higher than flood waters. Build round rooftops using sandbags and strong materials. If we humans live in areas that we know will have naturally occurring harsh weather conditions, then we need to build accordingly with Mother Nature. Just expressing my opinion.

Dorian is knocking on our front doors. He has paid an unwanted visit to the Bahamas and is over staying his unwelcoming visit. It seems Dorian can’t make up his mind on who he wants to visit next and when or how fast he will get there. An unwanted visitor like Dorian is making a lot of people nervous.

I had a dream about Mom this morning, on August 23, 2019. I had just seen my mom yesterday before I went to work. My youngest brother, Craig, said that the Hospice nurses had just been with Mom a lot of the morning. Mom was looking really good. I bent over her bed, on the right side, and gave her a hug and a kiss. I could feel her right hand tapping me in reciprocating my hug. I wrote on the whiteboard and told her about Todd getting cancer treatment in Mexico because the United States doesn't offer the same kind of cancer care and treatment. I showed her some pictures on my phone of Todd and Kloey on San Diego beach, the day before they went into Mexico. Behind them were seals lying on the shore, something you don't see over here on the east coast of the United States in Vero Beach, Florida. Of course, we don't see many whales either and there just so happened to be a Rare Whale and her calf in Sebastian Inlet a few winters ago. I captured the mother on my digital camera.

I feel lost these days. My youngest son is fighting melanoma cancer in a hospital in Tijuana, Mexico. My mother is tired and giving up after a major stroke in January 2018. Today is August 22, 2019 and I cannot seem to wrap my brain around the thought of what is happening. My mom was healthy and so was my son. How did she go down hill so quickly at the age of 78 after the stroke that took 40% of her brain, left her with Aphasia, yet she was walking down the street, trying to cook, trying to learn how to use the phone, and learn how to write, and learn how to talk all over again? And, how did my 37 year old son get melanoma? How and why do other people die and develop cancer at such an early age? Why? Why? Why? How? How? How do I survive my feelings of loss and helplessness? Isn't life supposed to be enjoyed? What do I do to get to the acceptance part of my grievances? To answer those question, I do a lot of different things. I take care of my son's little Yorkshire, Samson,

My youngest son, Todd, and his family are in Tijuana, Mexico at the CHIPSA hospital. The doctors there are taking AWESOME care of my son. Pray they are successful in helping heal Todd from melanoma and show him how to prevent it from ever coming back. Amen.