As I think back upon my life, and spiritual journey, it is not a stretch to say that a majority of any fruitfulness can be traced to Seeds of Sisters that were planted in me: I can remember from my earliest years, as a boy, running into the room where my Great-Grandmother, Granny, . . .
To my precious Daughters, From before you were born, I have dreamed of you. Would you be a boy, or a girl? What color hair would you have? Eyes? What would your name be? What would my heart feel when I held your tiny body, and beheld your miracle face? What would your life . . .