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  • A huge stack of papers, an annoying loan "specialist" and 34 years gone by and I own my dream house.
    I live here.

    I am sitting outside, looking across my enormous yard to a country club. I live here.

    I am decorating four bathrooms and six bedrooms. I live here.

    I am cooking in two ovens, preparing food on a granite covered center island. I live here.

    I am turning an entire room into a closet. I live here.

    When I was 5 or 12 or 18 or 25 I couldn't have imagined this. I wouldn't have believed that I would marry the only man I ever really loved, have two beautiful daughters of different races, start and run a charity that captures and recaptures my heart every single day.

    I wouldn't have believed that
    would live...
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