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I wish you all could have seen my face and my smile when I opened your cards. The days before Christmas, when the mail arrived, were extra special, and I can’t thank you all enough.

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I wish you all could have seen my face and my smile when I opened your cards. The days before Christmas, when the mail arrived, were extra special, and I can’t thank you all enough.

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Currently, my biggest challenge is promoting my book. If it weren’t for the charity organizations that will (could) benefit from my future book sales, then I would probably say, “Well, WTH, I wrote a book. I published it! Well done,” and pat myself on one of my shoulders and forget all about it.

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A photo taken during a lonely morning walk. I miss my walking buddy; he is waiting for me back home. Vader, our dog, got hurt a few weeks back when he jumped and ran in the field. He leaped over a fallen tree and landed in broken glass.

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My husband passed his stress test and got the cardio clearance for his DOT card, the permission to drive commercial trucks, which he sometimes needs to do when a driver calls off in the morning.

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My favorite scene in the movie “The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” Judi Dench sits on the roof of a building in Mumbai, she talks to her business partner about her private life and concerns.

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I have left the stage of nervousness behind a long time ago. I am now a calm mess. No fidgeting, just a quiet stage of waiting to hear the verdict. It’s going to be good because the bad already happened. It can’t happen again.

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That’s the only principle I live by, to be unapologetic myself. To be me and to allow myself to be me, even if it makes me feel uncomfortable at times.

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How easy life would be,
could be,
should be,
If I made in my life
what they make in a day?

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Somehow, not sure how it happened, I ended up writing a book. I thought the hardest part was over when I finished the final chapter and the epilogue, but I was wrong. Along came the editing process—a special kind of nightmare and so much tougher than I thought it would be.

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To live in fear of my society,
not knowing who could harm me
of course, not intentionally,
but because of the recklessness
of politicians who make decisions
and let me pay the price.