I am sure of it . . . this is where we are . . .
"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!..
Hi, I'm Jen. Travel along with me while I fine-tune my voice, sharpen my tools, and engage with fellow travelers on a journey of discovery toward transforming fear into love. Responsibly. Intentionally. Joyfully.
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
"I look into the eyes of the face on the dollar... bidding more for my time while the promise grows smaller... Lives for sale, no time to borrow... a dollar will buy you pennies tomorrow...