These women are every form of miracle in my life. They bestowed on me miracles of love, healing, and care. They performed exquisite miracles of pain and enduring destruction. From some of them, I learned to learn. From all of them, I chose to learn.
These entries are dedicated to the three women of my immediate family, who may find themselves conspicuous by their absence. You are absent from print only. You are present in every physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual fiber of every page. I forgive you for the many acute and relentless injuries you heaped upon my little soul, and hope you forgive my acts of defense and revenge. I thank you for every moment of joy and laughter we were able to create between the rocks. I love you for gifting me with the persistent resistance that molded me into the woman I have been, am and will be.
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