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			<formatted>\"Knowing is not enough, we must apply. Willing is not enough, we must do.\"  Words of Bruce Lee (on the poster behind me)</formatted>
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		<displayName>WordsFallFromMyEyes</displayName>
		<aboutMe>Hi, &amp;amp; thanks for pausing my way.

I have written since given my first diary at age 10 by Aunty Rosalie (r.ip.). I credit her that I began writing.  

Yet, recording my life - through my box camera &amp;amp; tape recorder as a teen - I have done since &quot;forever&quot;.  

I began capturing my life because it was surreal to me that I existed. In my teens, I felt alien, not of this earth, a visitor.  And I was recording my visit.  In my household where I had landed, I was recording the aliens.  Dysfunctional families are entertaining on a good day, and devastating, destructive on a bad day.

WordsFallFromMyEyes tells my story in part but not whole. WFFME centres on the first years of my son&apos;s life, &amp;amp; mentions my history in the context of how MY RAISING affected MY CAPACITY to parent - and I wish to pass on the message to stop abuse, abuse, abuse: for you affect THAT CHILD&apos;S CAPACITY TO FUTURE PARENT.  That is, you affect the world ever, ad infinitum.

This my blog I began Aug&apos;11, is a book I&apos;ve long wanted to write. The facts re my son/his father I recovered from journals I began to my unborn child, continued through his toddlerhood, TORTUROUS Family Court battles; &amp;amp; ponderances in recall of experiences/life as me: individual, spirited &amp;amp; highly passionate, desperately pained, alone, &amp;amp; crowded.
 
THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT, but you&apos;ll not see a book like this on the shelves, for all the books on the shelves are positive baby books &quot;Welcome to motherhood :) :) :)&quot; etc. No books on the shelves address what my son &amp;amp; me survived.

I write in release of me but in doing so, hope in some way to give to YOU.  Thank you, your interest.</aboutMe>
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