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January 4, 2012

Victorious Women I was born and raised in Rhode Island. I am the middle child of three. When I was seven, my father was shot and killed. As an adult looking back, I couldn’t handle its emotional impact. It introduced me to an overwhelming pain that subconsciously shaped my life.

There was no one there to help me understand my emotions, but you’d better believe the pain was real. So what did I do?I wanted to save the world from pain, so I placed myself in harm’s way. Perhaps that’s why I love capes—Lady Super Pain here to save your day. It all came to a screeching halt after I nearly died twice trying to rescue a pack of ingrates that I now thank. I saw clearer than clear that I AM NOT THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB.

My life’s lessons are my strengths, but looking back I wondered: Who? What? When? Where? How? and Why?

Through writing, I heal. Post-traumatic trauma must be embraced, and then, and, only then, will you be able to move from Victim street to a Victorious place. Let’s talk about being a victim. There is no shame in being a victim. We are all victims at one time or another.

Would you rather be a predator? I finally got sick and tired of being sick and tired of abuse that I moved from Victim Street to Victorious Place, and I pray that part of my life is dead. I think people make changes when things not only hurt, but hurt enough. I feel I’ve done enough time. Really!   We’ve got to know when we’re in the red zone–harm’s way, folks.  I face many challenges everyday, but I jumped anyway to save my life.

I survived. I stand. I stand with insight and pride. I am so thankful that my life’s hardships awakened me, and that’s what I call epiphanies.

Some folks would like to know my educational background. I have a little schooling–but what is better than life experiences? After all, there is always some one better, prettier, and smarter, but, of course, writers write.

I review books for the Sacramento and San Francisco Book Review. I love dogs, especially Poodles. Plants are awesome too, and I absolutely love Volkswagen Beetles. If you want to know more, I invite you to read my writings.

Don’t you want to experience positive, life-changing epiphanies that will help you? Don’t get it twisted. Other people will learn too–especially when you move.

Writing to heal is real—from me to you!

Thank you very much.

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December 9, 2013

Author,Valerie Jefferys

Who is Vivian, my sister she is
Legal law, writing, and journalism are her biz
She’s a little hard to explain, but I’ll give it a try
I met Vivian as a passer by
Vivian is my sister by birth
She, myself, and Shirley all came up on the same turf
Vivian was 10 months older as I came down the shoot
Vivian has always been somewhat of a comedian and a bit of a hoot
For Vivian comedy came at a very young age
As she approached WPRI trying to get on their stage
Who is Vivian, she has a very warm heart
Even through all the turmoil, this should not be hard to spot
Vivian holds a soft spot deep within
My love for Vivian started when I was a wee bit bigger than a pen
Over the years, Vivian studied and learned Jehovah’s way
As she has spent several years living by the San Francisco Bay
Who is Vivian she loves to take baths
Vivian has traveled down many long paths
Who is Vivian I asked this again
For Vivian is my sister and friend till the end.


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Sit Down. Dreamers Only. This One Is For You And For Me

I have always been a dreamer.  When times got rough, my dreams kept me alive, and, therefore, I survive.

And then one day, I recognized I lost sight of my dreams.  I had no fire inside. So I asked a significant, “Do you feel special? Do you have dreams?”

“No,” answered a significant insignificant. I then realized what happened to my dreams.  You had better believe I found my dreams. I am a writer, and everything I write are my dreams.  I create my imagination.  Welcome to my world.


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