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Since relocating to Northern California, my previously hopeless mindset has shifted significantly. Having signed a new lease on life here, I finally gave myself permission to be happy. Also, I now buy large yams. I eat them skin and all. They are my favorite food (if we aren't counting the cookies and cupcakes I can no longer eat). When I pick one up at Mill Valley Market, I remember the restricted life of my poor mother who knew only small potatoes. I smile. No more small potatoes for this strong woman. For those of you who read this book and are guilty of small potatoes practices I say…RISE UP, throw those small potatoes away. Don't overwhelm yourself. Start with one large yam. Let it represent a new beginning and a new you. The only person standing between you and your freedom to choose the life you deserve (aka the big yam you really want) is not your mother, your enabler, your frenemy or your naysayer. It's you. Let you shine. POWER to you and your big yam too!
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