Category Archives: The Early Years Several years ago when I moved back to the east coast, I had no place to store the boxes that contained my childhood memories. So for several years, these boxes sat in my parents’ basement, just waiting for the day when I would reclaim them. Much to my parents’ relief, I’m sure, we moved them...  The year was 1994 and I was about to embark on a new adventure. I was prepared to move out West, at least I felt like I was. I had worked and saved and changed for the past year and I was ready for this experience. “This” being the mission that I was going to...  Picking up where we last left off… I was at a crossroads, again. I knew I needed to do something now that the direction of my life had changed. After years of wondering around (figuratively) I was feeling a pull to go in a different direction than I had imagined. It all started with my... |
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