This is a Free download for teachers.I just put a FREE curriculum for teachers teaching K thru 3rd grade up on the Teachers Pay Teacher website.  The twenty lesson curriculum is designed to help kids (and adults) lean how to use punctuation.  It’s based on my book, Punctuation Pals. FREE for teachers.   Here’s the link: http://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Punctuation-Pals-Curriculum

35 Abuse allegations made against 23 priests in Shannonside Dioceses
Shannon Side – Found 14 hours agoThere were up to 35 abuse allegations made against 23 priests in dioceses that cross the … that the State works with all Catholic Diocese in the
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 EverybodyCallsMyFatherFather.com now has the latest news on priest’s marriage and abuse.

35 Abuse allegations made against 23 priests in Shannonside Dioceses
Shannon Side – Found 14 hours agoThere were up to 35 abuse allegations made against 23 priests in dioceses that cross the … that the State works with all Catholic Diocese in the
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 EverybodyCallsMyFatherFather.com now has the latest news on priest’s marriage and abuse.

“May the pain you have known and the conflict you have experienced give you the strength to walk through life facing each new situation with courage and optimism.”

–Anne Nymous (What a gal, here she is again, you can always count on her for an inspirational quote!)

Early this morning I was walking down the beautifully wooded street which delectably winds around and through my neighborhood.  As I neared my home, unexpectedly,  I found a tattered old grey bag off to the side of the road surrounded by newly grown grass and freshly fallen  leaves.  I opened it and much to my surprise it was filled to the brim with crisp one hundred dollar bills wrapped in $2500 bundles! Wow, now I can finally catch up and be financially secure once again, after losing so much in the last four years. I will now be able to up my donations to help the homeless and less fortunate.  I can pay off my home, stop working so hard to make so little and take my woman on a much needed European vacation!  I got so excited I woke up…

Dr. Hope was banned from Ocean’s Eleven Casino on July 10, 2012

The reason: Caring too much about the employees.

So what happened? Click here to find out: http://oceans11.info

After months of prodding by my fans and my publisher, we finally created a Facebook Fan Page for my parents story, Everybody Calls My Father, Father.  Check  it out: Click Here

For the Dreamer

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

My mother’s story is on Oprah’s site.

Roxane

My sister and I are the children of a a Catholic priest and Broadway actress.  Because of the church we were separated from our parents and placed into foster care and state run facilities, some times we were together in the same home and other times we were separated.

When our mother finally regained custody of us we were bounced back and forth from New York to California faster than a handball in a championship match.

I remember when my sister and I were playing on the streets of New York City.  I was eight, she was nine.  As people would flick their cigarettes onto the concrete sidewalk prior to climbing aboard a Manhattan bus, we would scurry and pick them up, sucking the smoke into our young mouths and then puffing out the hot smoke into the evening air.  It wasn’t until the ripe old age of  ten and eleven that we actually acquired a smoking habit. At that time we were living in Inglewood California.  500 East Arbor Vitae, I still remember the address.  We would sneak cigarettes out of our step father’s stash and seated on the wood railing outside of our somewhat rundown second story apartment, actually smoke them, inhale, puff out smoke rings and feel very grownup.

At the Ansonia apartment building in Los Angeles, when I was twelve and Roxane was thirteen we became more aggressive with our smoking.   We had the habit.  By the time we lived in Hollywood, I was fourteen, she was fifteen, we were each smoking a pack a day.  My sister, Roxane became pregnant and had her first child at that time.

She was a great mom even though she was still a child herself.   She had her second child when I was about seventeen.   When I was nineteen I went to live with her and Jeff, the father of her second child, in Cucamonga California.  I was going to Chaffy College to study music, she lived a few miles from campus.   After school I would take care of my nephews and clean up the house in exchange for free room and board.  We smoked like there was no tomorrow.   After about three weeks of this arrangement she got into a fight with Jeff and she took the kids and moved out.  This left me in an awkward situation.  Jeff gave me a week to find other living arrangements.  It didn’t take a week.  That evening I moved into my car.  For the next few years of my life, my car was my home address.

One day while hiking in the foothills above Pasadena with some friends I had trouble breathing, I felt like I was suffocating.  I had to lie down on the dirt path until I was able to breath again.  I was twenty-one at the time and had been smoking for eleven and a half years.  It was then that I realized that perhaps smoking was not such a good idea, so I quit.

Generally around the holidays  would be the time that I would visit with Roxane and her now five children.  Although we had radically different views on life there was an undeniable strong bond that we felt for each other.  A few weeks ago Flip, the oldest of my nephews, called me to tell me that he had moved his mother into his home so he could care for her.  Roxane didn’t believe in doctors but somehow Flip got her to go see a doctor.  She was diagnosed with lung cancer and she was told that the cancer had also spread to her brain.  That evening my family drove out and visited with her.  She would not talk about her disease or any treatment plans.  Flip had already warned us not to speak of her cancer as doing so would just upset her.  She was in total denial that there was even anything wrong.  All of her children and her grandchildren were there. We all pretended that nothing was wrong.  We reminisced about our childhood together and we told jokes and laughed and drank wine.  Roxane had a kind heart and great sense of humor.

Upon leaving we hugged and said our goodbyes.  I had successfully concealed my sorrow for the entire visit but by the time I was out the front door rivers of tears were streaming down my face.   Three out of five of my nieces and nephews smoke, I worry for them.  My sister died yesterday…

 

 

Twitter!

I’m starting to get into this whole social media thing.  So in case any of you are in need of wasting some time,  I, Dr. Hope, can help you waste it.  Please hold down your applause until I’m done typing.  Thank you.  So anyway I’m on twitter:  TWEET!

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