If I thought that I was beginning a journey, I would prepare; I would decide on the destination, supplies and set a timeline.  But is that a true journey?

Eleven years ago I decided to visit a family after speaking to the mother about her daughter.  A friend introduced us because he knew that I may be interested in something called Asperger’s Syndrome.  He figured that it was something new and involved black women.  My subject of interest is the lives of black women, so he made the referral.  I was curious, so after the conversation, I decided to travel to Virginia and check it out.  I was without a plan, destination, and supplies and had no idea of time.  That was the beginning of a journey that continues.


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