January 30, 2019

What Is an Empowered Woman?

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About a year ago, one day I was out trucking. I swung my 18 wheeler with a 53’ refrigerated trailer into a Walmart Distribution Center somewhere in Oklahoma and checked in my load at the receiving office. I was instructed to drive to a holding area and wait for the call to drive to a specific door for unloading. I parked my truck and found myself eye to eye with a female driver sitting in
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January 25, 2019

DONUTS of Dieting

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In my first youth, I had a serious weakness for donuts.  I must still be going through puberty because now that I’m in my second youth, I still have a weakness for donuts.  But where is it written that I have to give in to my weaknesses? When I was in my late teens, although I was active in sports, particularly volleyball, baseball, basketball, and yoga, I began to stack on the lubs.  After many
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March 6, 2018

Hello, World!

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What the heck does a truck driver have to talk about anyway?  “Infinity google ton”, as my six-year-old son used to say to wow his siblings. I used to live in a bubble.  I was born and raised in a small religious community and lived there nearly fifty years.  It was a rare, wonderful, old-fashioned kind of existence, and I was both blessed and spoiled.  I had no idea what it was like to go
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December 24, 2018

Full of Beans

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The Paradox I was born and raised FLDS Mormon and lived forty-seven years among my people. Married twenty years, raised eight children, had many remarkable experiences, including a terrifying government raid on the YFZ Ranch in 2008 when hundreds of our children were stolen by the state of Texas. In 2012 circumstances caused me to leave my home and community and take on the world, alone. As I lived and worked in mainstream society, wherever
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December 24, 2018

Travesty of Lone Star

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From “Full of Beans” “Larry King looks like an ancient fossil up close,” I mused to myself as I sat across from him in his palatial news center in Los Angeles, California. “But, hey,” I told myself, “if I look that good when I’m a hundred and six, I’ll be doing great. Good job, Larry.” Along with two other church members, I was there in July 2008 at the invitation of the Larry King Show
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November 26, 2018

Dangerous Criminal Me

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From “Stranger in a Strange Land” After escaping from the nutcase in Winter Park who had hired me to help him establish world peace, I soon found myself driving through Golden, Colorado.  My head throbbed and my eyes were heavy.  So incredibly tired.  I had to get off the highway and sleep for a couple hours before I found myself upside down.  I saw a lovely little park down a hill near a neighborhood, so
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November 26, 2018

Who Shall I Be?

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From “Stranger in a Strange Land” I began to seriously consider hiding my identity as an FLDS woman.  So far, my job search had yielded nothing but suspicion and disdain, and I had to find a way to survive.  Soon, I would run clear out of money.  I felt I would sooner die than be found begging on a street corner like I saw many do.  I hated the idea of dressing down and trying
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From “Traveling the Highroad” “She doesn’t have the ability to be a truck driver.” Yes, indeed, that’s what my driving instructor said.  Whatever gave him that idea?  I had enrolled in a three week course in a truck driving school in Colorado the first week of January, 2017.  My New Year’s resolution was to learn something new and make lots of money.  I was weary of lady wages, so I chose trucking since I knew
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August 24, 2014

Team Driving

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When in the course of human events it becomes necessary… to drive a Big Rig, it is also necessary to do it safely.  THEREFORE, thou must bring thyself down into the depths of humility and give thy consent to be crammed into an exceeding squishy cave-like compartment with another being, perhaps human, until such time as the tight-fisted, unsmiling keeper of the trucking universe has peradventure determined that thou art no longer a danger to
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