How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream? Do we forgive our fathers for leavin' us too often, or forever when we were little? Maybe for scarin' us with unexpected rage, or makin' us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marryin' - or not marryin' - our mothers? For divorcin' - or not divorcin' - our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushin' - or leanin'? For shuttin' doors, for speakin' through walls - or never speakin'? Or never bein' silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them, or not saying it? If we forgive our fathers, what is left? Smoke Signals - 1998.

From the Scrolls of Mary!

For starters, let us give a warm round of welcoming applause to the newest crowd to enter this wondrous profile. We'd like to thank my Yaya, Janice Moses and my dearly beloved Mummy for their entrance into this website. They found it, can you guess? Someone went into Google.com, typed in Hello Miss Canen, and here they were lead here to Freak! So, welcome to my family. Now, on and on.

I'm twenty-three years old, and the proud mother of two beautifula nd wonderful children. To all my fellow brousers of the net, I'd like to take this moment to state that my two and a half year old Anney's finally the smartest girl a bunch of people have ever known. What two year old can count to five, recognize colors and speak in full sentences of intelligence as my beautiful little fishy can? Not many, I presume. And, cause she's so smart and has progressed so well, I'd just like to take this moment in time to shove her progress into the faces of all Social woerkers of the dreaded CPS who left us last December on the note that my little girl was not going to function properly due to her parents' blindness.

And then there's Trystan, our wonderful and mischievous little thirteen month old. He loves to crawl and climb, and though he doesn't talk as much as Sissy, he's well on his way to a happy success. I just wish he'd walk. I'm pleased to announce that, he can actually hear out of his bad ear, and that we're going to get him hearing aides! Good job, son. I couldn't be more proud.

What do the two wee ones like to do together? That's simple, really. They love to chase one another, throw balls and get into all the things we try so hard to keep them from. Most importantly, they just like to develope and be children. I wish more children could be as they are, do as they do and be loved as they are. THat's why I'm becoming a Foster parent, so I can share a little more love with a few more angels, or hopefully, mischievous little rugrats.

What are we doing with our lives?

Well, June twenty-first, Adrian and I got married! After seven years nearly of relationship and three and a half of those living together, we tied the knot and became husband and wife. Here's a little humor. One of my wedding presents from a beloved family friend, eight various sized squirt guns for the children of which we can all enjoy. That's why we had a water fight last week, and I'd just like to add that Adrian lost severely and Trystan and I won. GO team!

To find Hello Miss Canen, please go to the link provided below, and have a wonderful day. That's the novel I wrote just for fun. Want to know where I kept it? Right here on Fictionpress! See its prequel, Freak, as well! Do enjoy!

And, thanks again for all your reviews of Collected Origins, Asia R. Your feedback has inspired a Sequel!